miniskirts make me sad
Speaking of butts, I have a confession to make.
Miniskirts make me sad.
Mainly because I can’t wear them. It all comes down to this: where does a girl put on her gun?
Let me tell you, with a miniskirt and babydoll tee, my favorite outfit in the entire world, it’s nowhere.
I have to put it in my purse.
If you haven’t carried a firearm, I can tell you, putting it in your purse makes you nervous as hell. The absolute best place for your sidearm is on you. Not in your purse.
But Goddess, sometimes, in the summer, I covet the miniskirt. I see them around town and it makes me all covet-ity.
So I own only two for special occasions (like bar hoping). I don’t wear them at home often, if I’m going to change into an outfit, I’m going to change, if you know what I mean.
Thigh holster.
I have three. But I can’t wear them at work, open carry would scare the tourists. That’s what my long skirts are for.