Wardrobe malfunction

Wardrobe malfunction - the feline variety

Before you accuse me of animal cruelty, I didn't do it. I had no intention of doing it. And I asked them not to do it. But, they did it anyway.

The Puss in Boots cut

I'm sure it will grow back in a few months. But will it take that long for the other cats to recognize him again? I left them with strict warnings this morning not to tease him, but I forgot to turn on the nanny cam, so I guess I'll never know.



Wardrobe Malfunction part deux


Went out to lunch with one of my coworkers today. Gorged on chips and salsa. Yummmm!

Back in the office with chocolate cake in hand, another coworker comes up behind me and asks if I know that there is a tear in the back of my jeans. Imagining a small hole I say, "why no, I didn't, thank you" as I reach my hand instinctively to my rear. Well low and behold, I don't just have a tear, I have a fucking rip that extends from my waist band down below the pocket on my right side, and my right purple underwear clad cheek, is sticking out for all to see. I'm surprised it wasn't waving a flag.

How this happened you ask? I have no earthly idea. I can't imagine that I didn't notice. Or that no one else did. Although that makes me think that others did, but chose not to tell me. Because of course, everyone enjoys a look at my purple pantied ass. I mean, my goodness, its spectacular in its large, flatness. Thank god for packing tape. Perhaps I can start a new fashion trend.

Sorry, no pictures.

Can I look them in the eye again?

So I'm doing laundry this morning and I'm unpacking The Boy's bag from school (sheet, blankets etc. for nap time) and tucked at the bottom of the bag (nicely folded mind you), under a hat that I didn't even know he had at school, was a pair of my panties. Pink....not in the best shape...but at least clean! Well, I assume they were clean since it must have stuck to one of his blankets that I pulled out of the dryer at the last minute Monday morning before rushing out the door.

I can't wait to see them Monday morning and ask which teacher pulled those out. Or better yet, did TB find them himself and show them off. I can just hear him...

Picking up The boy

Today I had to leave work early to pick The Boy up from daycare. I had to pick him up earlier than usual because he has started expressing some agression (e.g., beating up) the other parents as they come to pick up their kids. I figured if I get their early enough I could sneak him out before any other parents see me.

To increase todays humiliation factor I couldn't get my car started when I was leaving work. I had the right key, I knew it was my car (no one elses car in the parking lot has petrified "fluffies" in the back seat), the key even fit, but the damn thing wouldn't turn. So I went back in side and let everyone laugh at me as the "men" told me to turn the steering wheel. Hasn't this ever happened to you before?? Well, duh, yeah...but I always managed to fix it without knowing what I did. Fine, I'm a dork...with a capital D.

The Boy will be 2 1/2 tomorrow. Not only is it his half birthday, it is also his 2nd "Gotcha Day." We adopted TB 2 years ago from Russia. Tomorrow is also the two-year anniversary of my grandmothers passing. A bitter sweet day.