Last night Cody and I went with Dillon, Autumn, Justin, and Sarah to Medieval Times. I haven't been there since 8th grade! It was so much fun doing something silly, and we got rowdy while we were there. Nothing like getting into a cheering match with some drunken fools across the arena or having to listen to a belligerent dude in the torture chamber going on and on about the devices. I meant to take a camera so that I could be a good little blogger and share our merriement with all ya'll, but I forgot. So, no pictures for today.
However, I can give you a good mental picture. This morning I got the boys out to do a couple of errands. The second place we went was Target, and half way up the bread isle I feel something squishy behind my knee. I muster up the courage to reach back and feel of it, and it's on the INSIDE. What? You heard me. My mind starts racing.
Do I leave it there?
What if whatever it is falls out?
Did my underware fall off?
Do I have static cling?
What if I pull out panties?
Finally I take a deep breath, bend over, and reach up my pant leg from my ankle and fish for whatever is lodged up there.
Good news: it was a sock.
Bad news: there was a sock stuck up my pants.
1 comment:
I so wish it was something worse than a sock.
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