what did you just say?

The other day while shopping I stumbled upon what I thought was a cute skirt.  Upon closer investigation I realized it was actually a skort.  A skort?  Only old ladies wear skorts, right?  But I tried it on and fell in love.  It was damn cute and super comfy.  I could have kept it my secret, but I told a couple friends and they had the same reaction as my initial reaction.  I could tell they thought I crossed over to the other side and was one step away from a shag haircut and garden clogs.  I wore it today and could exit my car without flashing my panties to the paparazzi.  I leaned over and picked baby Georgia up from the floor without flashing anyone in the office.  I played mini golf with two six year olds and could bend over without worry to pick up many a stray ball.  I gracefully sat at a picnic table (getting up no less than six times to get more napkins for the very messy ice cream eaters).  I got chased around my front yard by said six year olds + one grown man armed with squirt guns and felt every bit a lady in my “skirt” while feeling every bit as sporty in my “shorts”. So there.  I love my skort, dammit.  Good thing I bought it in two colors.