Remember the hat lady

As my husband would tell you, I have a problem.

I buy clothing and forget to take the tags off. Now before you have visions of the woman from Hee Haw with the price tag dangling from her hat, I DO eventually take them off. Just not until I wear them for the first time. And the problem is that by that time, if they are not in my line of sight, I often forget. Many is the day that BD grabs a tag on my shirt, yanks hard, and a price tag falls to the floor. He thinks it's pretty funny but it's quirks like that that make us unique, right?

Anyway, today, I put on a new shirt and noticed the tag protruding from the shoulder. So I grabbed it and pulled. And pulled. It didn't come loose. My brow wrinkled in consternation. After all, BD makes it look so effortless. I know he has those big, strong muscles in his arms and all, but surely I'm strong enough to break a little plastic tag. So I tried again. I pulled harder. I yanked so hard that my fist snapped back and...and...and I gave myself a bloody lip.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I'm just that kool.