TMI

I'm not too proud to admit it.

I am currently wearing a pair of navy blue yoga pants.

And (here's the kicker) they're on backwards.  And (another kicker) I don't even care.   That much.  At least not enough to actually take them off and switch them around.

I was bending over tucking Houdini into bed about an hour ago when Hootis walked in and said, "Uh, mom?  Are you wearing your pants backwards?"

"Uh, nooo!" (as if!) I reply in confidence.  (Why in the world would I be wearing my pants backwards?)

"Hmmm, weird," she replies, "I never saw pants with the drawstring in the back before".

"Huhwhat?  Drawstring in the back?"  I casually reach behind to my behind and sure enough, there's the drawstring.

By now she is laughing hysterically and I am forced to admit that "Yes!  I am wearing my pants backwards!"

In my defense, I put them on in the closet without turning the light on.

I fully recognize the implications of this event.

It's just a matter of time before I think that Barry Manilow is hot and that wearing pink foam curlers to the grocery store is a fashion statement.

Wish me luck.

1 Comment

undefined:

ha ha ha

**KT

Comments are now closed.