Summer breeze...

It's hot as blue blazes. I can't stand it.

I really don't care what I wear right now, as long as it's somewhat cool and I don't embarrass my husband. I pulled out a pair of capris for today, and got all nostalgic. Right after Abbie was born and my official maternity leave was ending, Handsome took me shopping for new "work" clothes that I would need as a stay-at-home mom.

One of my favorite pieces were some army green capri drawstring scrub pants. (Could I BE more frumpy?) I remember thinking just this morning, "Wow, I've had these for a long time, there seems to be a tiny little tear in the back there, it should be fine for just one little errand."


Flash forward a few hours and a couple of squats later, and it's 10th grade homeroom all over again.

I had a bottom locker back then, and I might have gone through a sassy phase where I bought some zebra-print underwear, one of which could have been red. That morning, I walked from one end of the hall to the other, through the senior hall and lots of first bell traffic. When I sat down in homeroom, something didn't feel right, and I cleverly backed out of Mr. Kidd's room down to the Home Ec department where I borrowed a needle and thread.

Same feeling came over me today when I hopped back in my swagger wagon. There was a little more leather touching my hiney than should have been. Upon further research, I deduced that a major wardrobe malfunction had occurred.

This time the only seniors that saw me were a few grandmas in the little store I was in. Oh well. Who cares? I can laugh at myself a whole lot easier than I could back then. And if I can make you laugh too, my job is done here. Now going to look for new uniforms.