Stay In Your On Age Bracket (or not)

How I get myself in messes! Does anyone else ever do that?

For the L o n g e s t time I have wanted jeans with holes in them. I know they are for younger girls, twenty-somethings and thirty-cuties with good figures.

I am none of these.

I still have wanted some. I've gone up to complete strangers to ask them
"Who does your hair? and Where did you get your jeans?"

Most say, "I got them at Gap two years ago, etc. etc."

Last week, I had lunch with Queen B and forced asked nicely if she would take me in a teen-age store to look for some jeans.

They thought I was looking for The Princess until I told them a size.
The guy waiting on me--blinked once, and recovered nicely and said, "I'll see what we have in the back."

I think he went back there to laugh himself silly.

He eventually came back with a couple for me to try on. They were WAY too long but since this store does alterations, I felt like they would be great.

I wanted to leave them to be fixed, but the guy said they would shrink in the length and I might want to wash them first.

Okay.

Next scene. Beachy Mimi washing jeans immediately.

OMGosh. They shrunk. ALL OVER.

I put them on and the waistband didn't even cover the essentials. I'm not talking about the back essentials...THE FRONT ESSENTIALS.

I just collapsed in a heap.

I was trying to crawl under the bed to suck my thumb when Mr. Semi-Wonderful (not quite over the non-sympathy of the tooth. Just a few more days and I will be) walked in the bedroom and said, "What's wrong?"

I stood up.

He tried. He really did. But the laughter just burst forth!

Note to self: GIVE IT UP.

Okay. I confessed. I feel SO much better.


Love my Peeps.

Don't Play With Scissors

Have I ever mentioned what a klutz I am? I didn't think so.

I am an accident waiting for a place to happen.

As we have been cleaning and redecorating the Love Shack, I had the occasion to open a box. I used these.

BIG MISTAKE! BIG. HUGE. (sorry for the bad photography...I'm injured)
I KNOW. Terrible isn't it?

Because of the location of the cut and poor first-aid skillz on my part...I had to go to Urgent Care to get it glued/butterflied shut.

After I gave my life history...there were at least 15 different pages to sign and put in my newly made chart.


I thought this was a little over-kill...


I was the only patient in the whole complex. I don't think they were going to lose me. However, I do think they were excellent and very professional.

At least it gets me out of doing the dishes. I get to sit on the balcony and watch this...