Remember that time I split my pants? If not, go back and read this about this lady...I'll call her SANDY.
I ran into SANDY (and read in all caps, because I'm saying her name in a yelling sarcastic tone) later at Church of all places. Our kids are both starting classes together. And I say, "SANDY...I totally blogged about you!"
She reads the blog on occasion but hadn't in a while, so I explained the time I saw her in the library, and how dare she not tell me, I think, "I know what you did" actually came out of my mouth. I was polite in calling her out on violating all girlfriend or even mere girl acquaintance law of not tell me about my pants. She laughed with me - better not have been AT me, nope, definitely WITH me. Said she didn't notice. Oh really? You didn't notice that gaping eye-level 6-inch tear in my pants or my pasty white ass shining out at you? And said she'd read the blog. We caught up, that was the end of it.
After our little parents' orientation on the new class, I really don't see her that much, because, for now, it's just a quick drop off and pick up. So be it.
So, the other day, I have lunch with my awesome gal pals, and then resolve to get something productive done for the ol family. Justifying a two hour lunch in which we talked about our feelings just somehow doesn't justify "I stay home so I can take care of you" time. So, I resolve to go to Walmart to pick up a few things. Just to stay above the curve of the rest of the crowd at Walmart, to feel superior and good about myself, I slabbed on some Buxom Lip Gloss from Bare Minerals (I highly recommend the stuff). I'm armed with lipstick and ready to do battle in Walmart.
Lo. Who should I run into by SANDY. SANDY is in the same position I am, trying to get some stuff done before picking up the squirts from school. So, we make it fairly brief, and part. It's Walmart though, and so we run into each other a couple of more times. I get my stuff, and get in the car. Check the rear view mirror and - What the hell is that? LIP GLOSS on my EFFN TEETH AND SHE DIDN'T TELL ME!? SANDY!
Normal people would feel a little embarassed by this. Me, however, I'm mad as hell. And somewhat let down by SANDY. She's got a lot of making up to do with me is all I'm sayin.
That's how I roll.
That DAMN Sandy! I'd have told you! I get so angry with my coworkers when they fail to tell me something such as that! I'm training them to the point of keeping a comb in my drawer... if I have to go speak with some irate guest, they come in, open the drawer, take out the comb and procede to comb my hair for me (damn the frizzy fly aways). Not bad, eh?!
Hugs!
Where do you find these pics? By the way, I walked past lots of people recently with toilet paper hanging out of my pants. Yes, can you believe it! Thank God my mother was there and we laughed together. She's never hesistated with anything like that before!