Northern Exposure

Currently reading: Lost Island, by Phyllis A. Whitney


Barb had me laughing hysterically the past several days, so I thought I would share my own 'wardrobe malfunction'.

The morning was bright and sunny; for whatever reason, instead of getting totally dressed to take the kids to school, I opted to pull on a pair of shorts and tucked my oversize, gray Mickey Mouse sleep shirt into them. I shoved my bare feet into my battered canvas tennis shoes, and out the door we went.

My shirt had been around for several years. First it was my swimsuit cover-up, and when we moved to the country, well, it made the perfect thing to sleep in. And yes, several small holes had developed here and there, especially a tear in the hem from my daughter, who ripped it when she fell while trying to wear it at age 2.

I dropped the kids off without problems. Then I looked at the gas gauge and decided the car could use a little fuel. So I pulled into our tiny gas station/convenient mart.

I greeted several people as they entered the store; I noticed several of the men in particular smiling at me and greeting me jovially. I even noticed some eyebrows raising in surprise as they said hello.

But it wasn't until after I'd paid for my gas, cup of coffee, and a candy bar, that the real reason wasn't just the fact they were in good moods.

My left nipple had decided to poke its way out of one of the tiny holes in my T-shirt!

Needless to say, that's the last time I wore that shirt in public...

Heigh ho, heigh ho, it's off to work he goes...normally!
Yes, hubby should be returning to the workforce soon. And I'll admit, I'm torn about it.
-Yes, his umemployment is about to run out.
-His leaving would mean single parent duty again.
-If my oldest kids are still out of town, that means no 'office time' for me.
-And truth be told, I enjoyed having him gone last year, as I didn't have to listen to him gripe about how much time I was spending on the computer! But that's a non-issue now, as we can't use ours, and I try to limit my 'office time' to two hours. Sometimes 3.