I got my entire swag back yesterday. Let me set the scene–
Time: Monday, Sept. 22 at 8:30 a.m.
Place: sunny Washington, D.C.
The situation: loitering in front of Boog’s school in a total non-Amber alert kind of way, sipping my nettle tea latte and chopping it up with hot mammas about to-do lists, walking routes and hurr.
After about 10 minutes, we said our goodbyes and I made a bee line for my car so I could let the top back, roll the windows down and proceed to let Jay and Ross go in on #YouKnowIGotIt. But one of the moms called me back, ‘Nikki, I meant to tell you… I told my husband about you.’
Quick backstory– the other day, I’d given her the link to CurlyNikki.com after she had complimented me on my hair situation– she’s #TeamNatural and has the cutest little girls with the cutest little curly fros.
I smiled and uttered the lame requisite, ‘I hope it was good stuff?!‘ And she said, ‘you know, all this time, I thought you were the nanny!’
*Record scratch, beat drops, crickets*
Now, I’m aware of my anti-social tendencies. I sometimes forget to remove my Ray-b’s and I’ve never been good with names, but I do smile and speak and wave and I have made a concerted effort to make nice with the other mommies (mostly because Boogie’s popular ass hasn’t given me a choice). So I assumed she made her conclusion based on that. Before I could say anything, she said, ‘I thought you were like 19!’ I laughed out loud and as I shared my age, she said ‘I know! I was reading your bio on the site like… hmmm, mother, wife… and it dawned on me, Gia is YOUR child!’
Needless to say, that Momma right thurr… my new bestie. #ReasonNikNeedsDC #Number7 #HeyGirlHey
p.s. Tom Ford went particularly hard on the way back home that day and when I got in, I immediately slathered on some more Cetaphil! If you recall, Pharrell shared that he also uses Cetaphil and cleanses with cold water! He hasn’t aged since, well…