Because really.
It would not be *my* life if there werent some embarrassing, cringe-worthy side story to the whole thing.
Reason #39843948 why the play on words up in herre is MISFIT and not Miss.FIT.
Oh and also? Before I share? I need to let you know I realize there’s no way this will be as funny or horror-inducing to you as it was for me.
I acknowledge that & Im blogging onward. It’s all about the acknowledging.
Last I left you I was a happy, self-confidence re-found misfit.
I met up with my photographer, went through the pictures with her (so fun) and immediately scampered home and uploaded them on to my laptop.
My old crappy laptop which tends to get a virus every third day no matter what ‘protection’ I use.
A few days later, not to my surprise, said laptop froze and I hauled it to its home away from home: the Computer Geeks.
They know me there. I like to think they like me there.
We chatted as The Geek jotted down my information. And, as we frequently do, we joked about all the CRAZY excuses he hears (I wasnt surfing porn! I dont know what happened! Someone must have used my computer!) and all the hilarious, uh, stuffs he must find when repairing.
He was very circumspect, but he acknowledged they’ve found some pretty racy home videos saved to peoples hard drives.
I laughed.
I may have made judgemental comments along the lines of:
Seriously? Why do people not take that OFF before they bring you the computer??
(I really cant recall. Ive repressed the whole thing)
I walked out of the store and only *then* did it hit me Id left him my laptop to repair CHOCK FULL OF REN MAN’S BOUDOIR “PRESENT.”
(see? here’s where I cant help but think this woman would have better set the scene and have you CRINGING along with her. I flushed so hot I broke out in a sweat.)
Late that night he called and left me a cryptic message (Yes, Carla Ma’am? I need you to call me.)
The next morning I went to the store (I knew he worked evenings) and could have sworn The Geek snickered as he told me Id have to come back and talk to my Geek (yes. that was the point. I am trying to avoid my Geek. Cant YOU help me?).
Cringing, awkward phone calls later my laptop (and its self-esteem refinding pics) was fixed and ready for pick up.
I dragged the Tornado along with me in hopes had they planned to say anything that would…foil their plan.
The Tornado & I dashed into the store** and my laptop was bestowed upon me.
I KNOW I saw a glimmer of a smirk on the face of my Geek and the others in the store as he respectfully informed me I was all set and to bring it back if it gave me ANY trouble.
So now you know the whole story.
I did the pics for me.
I did the shoot for Ren Man.
And, apparently, I did the boudoir shoot to bring levity to the day of the Computer Geeks down the road.
Im thoughtful that way.
**out of ideas at this point I attempted to pretend I was my own twin. I dressed super fancy (for me. by comparison.) & hoped my Geek would be thrown off by this. he was not.
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