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"Son of a biscuit-eater!" That's what Maggie, my coworker, would've said. Yee-ouch!

I just got out of the shower. I put a liner into my panties (the monthlies, you know), and then I walked down the hall to begin a load of laundry. I dropped a shirt or two on the way to the washer, so I backtracked and bent down to pick them up. Once I had also tossed them in, I hit the light switch and left the laundry room. I then noticed the uncomfortable distinction of a "wedgie."

So I reached back and adjusted my undies - only to feel the sticky RIP! of my liner across the delicate skin of my derrière! Gah. The liner had flipped just a bit at the back end (ha, get it?), and the adhesive had firmly adhered itself to my soft, nether skin, rather than the panty assignment it had been given.

Yowza!

Girls, I know you know what I'm talking about. It's been a few minutes, and it STILL stings! Guys, I suppose zipper tragedies are about as close as you can get...

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In other news, Happy Groundhog Day!

I'm really failing at life right now.

I feel like poop, yet I still attempted to make dinner tonight. Chicken alfredo, to be exact. However, I've forgotten in my four years with a gas stove exactly how quickly an electric stove can heat up, and how you can't walk away from it AT ALL, lest you burn your meat.

I charred the chicken past the point of no return in just four minutes. The entire half of the house that the kitchen is situated in was engulfed in billowing, white smoke. The boys were - literally - belly-crawling on the floor, gleefully shouting, "Hey, but we can still see down here!" Because, yes, the stop-drop-and-roll factor was about the only way you could see/breathe around the smoke.

Despite the burned chicken, I did still try to make the alfredo sauce, but I should've used a separate pan. My butter wouldn't combine with the cream, and I had brown, lumpy water instead.

I just ordered Chinese.

*sigh*

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RICHIE!

You deserve the most fantastical day that little Kaktovik can band together and produce for you! I hope the polar bears behave! I hope the townfolk behave! I hope that YOU misbehave! ;-D

I was on top of things this morning... or not. I woke up, woke A.J. and Jack up, took A.J. to school, came home, showered, got Jack ready for school and then set off. The high temperature today was supposed to get to 93* or so, and I put Jack in a tank top, shorts and sandals because it was so warm. As we walked in the entrance of the preschool, I noticed Jack's little classmate, Meghanne, dressed in an absolutely GORGEOUS, frilly and long dress. I thought to myself, "Aww, cute!" At just about that moment, I noticed a commotion in the room to the left of the entrance, and I noticed that a lot of the kids were dressed up in really nice clothes.

A millisecond later, it hit me: today was Picture Day! *claps head*

It was still a few minutes before 9am, so I grabbed Mrs. Crosgrove and explained to her that I was going to run Jack home and change outfits. We did just that, and as he was stripping, I was pulling all the tags and stickers off some of his brand-new clothes for this year. I was praying that they'd fit (I bought them back in June or July, but he'd not tried them on yet). They did, and we were back up to the preschool in no time flat.

He took his picture very well. In less than a minute, he took all 3 poses. The photographer said that he was a very easy take - that he had an easy smile and was certainly not afraid of the camera. I'll admit, I took a great deal of pride in that comment. ;-)

I left then, and Jack went to join his classmates. They took a class picture some time later, and I'm anxious to see that. Hopefully, the photographer won't take 3 months to return the pictures like he did last year.

Jack's outfit.

Current Mood: embarrassed

This entry is for

Meri, since she is dying of boredom. :-)

As I wrote yesterday, we grabbed ice cream quickly and then headed to A.J.'s school to finish it in the car before going in to meet his teacher. Jack chose a wee scoop of 'Disney's Cotton Candy' ice cream, while A.J. and I both had 'Bunny Tracks' - A.J.'s was a single scoop, and mine was a double.

We ate happily. Silence ascended the car as we tried to keep up with the fast-melting ice cream. With about 1/2 a scoop and the entire cone left on my own, I was FULL. Couldn't lick another bite. ;-) I put my cone inside a plastic bag for trash. The boys were already done, but Jack did toss his empty cone in the trash as well. We were ready to go inside.

We only stood outside for about 2 minutes before following the crowd of folks inside the school. I stopped and chatted with the principal on my way in the door, congratulating him on his new 'Doctorate' status. We continued on to A.J.'s new classroom, and I spent a few minutes talking to his new teacher. We then ambled around the classroom and introduced ourselves to a few more kids and parents. Then it was time to go.

The boys got in their carseats and buckled in. I hopped in my own, and as I was buckling up, I looked in the rearview mirror. I was HORRIFIED to find a spot of melted chocolate smeared on the end/underside of my nose - it was about an inch long and about 1/4 inch in width!

It took forever to rub off, too. I was so mortified. I had just talked to all of those people, and there is NO way they didn't notice. I'll never be able to show my nose again!

*sigh*

Only me.

Current Mood: embarrassed

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If she had the proper words to say,

She would tell him... but she'd have nothing left to sell him.

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