Explosion

I referenced this story in the previous post, so I thought that I would elaborate...

Last Wednesday our store hosted a "meet and greet" for the department coordinators. This is my event. Usually it is a big luncheon with lots of goodies, but because of the shortage of money, we went a little smaller this year. Anyway--it was about 3:45 and the event was going to begin at 4. I was running around like a chicken with it's head cut off, trying to finish all of the last minute details.

I feel the need to explain my wardrobe for the day.

We were doing a sports theme, so we were going to be wearing referee jerseys and black pants. Well, the only black dress pants I thought I could fit into were maternity...and after 7 months that was really depressing. I got up that morning and thought I would try a pair of "pre-pregnancy" dress slacks--just on the off chance that the stars had aligned and God felt I needed a pick me up...well it had and HE did. They fit!! I was soooo happy! So, off I went.

Now, back to 3:45...

I needed to get the extra tray of cookies under the table and out of the way. Instead of being a "young lady" and squatting in a ladylike fashion. I bent over like a man...that's when it happened...SNAP...


I quickly jumped up and attempted to hold my pants (and my pride) together, all while getting Jana's attention. Let's not forget that I was on the sales floor and there were about 5o junior high kids in shopping...

Out of nowhere an employee ran up behind me and "shielded" my hiney. (I don't think I need to go into the details of what type of underwear I was wearing--I'll let you figure that out...) She said something along the lines of, "It's ok girl, I've got you covered. By the way, I'm Carla." It was her first day!

SO, now what to do. I couldn't leave. It was my event. I couldn't walk out of there...my hiney was definitely catching a breeze... Jana found a sweater to tie around my waist, I found a pair of black capri pants that we sell, and all was well. I made it to the bathroom, changed and the event went off without another hitch...or snap.

So much for pre-pregnancy pants...oh well, maternity pants are SOOO much more comfortable...

Laundry Strike...

After a few months break, I am back!!! Oh how I have missed you blog!! I know that I need to post updated pics of Kaleb, but I am going to begin my re-blogging with an on going husband battle.

A week ago today I was doing laundry. By "doing laundry" I mean that I was running through the house after work trying to pick things up, sorting clothes and beginning what was sure to be the first of many unfinished loads of laundry--all before running over to Mom's to eat and get Kaleb. (This is after I had been at work from 7:30 to 6, prepared and hosted a meet and greet, ripped my pants from belt loop to crotch and made the 30 minute drive home.) I had a load started when I walked out of the bathroom and noticed another pile of clothes that needed to have been in that load. I quickly added them and went on about my business. Then it hit me. I just bought a new hamper and conveniently placed it in our bedroom, next to the door.




Why were Kevin's clothes in the floor instead of the hamper? I then devised a plan.

I am not going to wash anything that is not in the hamper.

It has now been a week. The following are pictures from today.

(foot of the bed)

(in front of entertainment center)

(beside Kevin's side of the bed)

All of these locations are within 10 steps of the laundry hamper.

Kevin still has not caught on. And it's not like I haven't done any laundry since last week. I have done plenty of laundry...(even his laundry that has made it to the hamper) He is about to run out of khaki shorts for work. I wonder if he'll notice then? I will keep you posted!