So That Was Fun.

Today I actually had a sit down lunch.  It was during a meeting at about 11am.  But I actually chewed my food and ate the entire thing in more than five minutes.

So that was fun.

I left work around 5pm, starving to death and tried to wrack my brain for what to cook for supper.  I also was in the mood to watch a movie.  But I didn't know which one.  I stopped by Red Box and stood in the blazing sun for about 2.3 minutes before I decided it was too hot to rent a movie.  And I was too hungry.  And tired.  I just came on home to find Studmuffin napping/watching Iron Man 2.  I collapsed onto the love seat and stared into space for a few minutes before he offered to take me out to dinner.

Quicker than you could say "Polly wolly doodle all the day" I had stripped out of my scrubs and tossed on a cute little number I got at Ross for twelve bucks.  The thing about this cute little number is it's rather, errr...LITTLE.  When I bought it, the hem was at the middle of my knees.  It is 100% cotton, with smocking along the neck line and flirty little sleeves.  It is flowing and cool and comfy...And after the first wash, it shrunk to about two inches above my knees.  That was a little disconcerting, but I still felt safe wearing it basically anywhere, granted there wasn't a strong Oklahoma wind blowing.  The next time I washed it, the darn thing shrunk even more!  It now reaches about mid thigh, which on some people may not seem that short, but I happen to have a 34 inch inseam on a 5'8 frame, so skirts are always shorter with that much leg showing.  Anyhoo, my point to all of this is, that the kids are gone, and my husband offered to take me to dinner, so I was pretty sure he deserved rewarded with a little extra leg showing.

So that was fun.

As we were pulling into town, my sister in law called, saying that she was in town too, and was wondering if she could swing by our house to pick something up before she headed back home to her part of the state.  We happily informed her that we were in town, about to pull into Interurban for dinner.  They had planned on eating at Chili's, which is just up the road.  They happily decided to bring their little party of seven to join our party of two.

So that was fun.

We had much laughter and chatting and I talked entirely too much and over shared and had a delicious sandwich, and steamed vegetables with my entree along with most of my nephew's vegetables, and even a few of my sister in laws.

So that was fun.

As we all started to head to our respective cars, my precious little niece Josie ran up to give me a hug.  How sweet!  If you ever met Josie, she would do her level best to have you wrapped around her cute little finger within minutes.  She has long blonde hair, big blue eyes, and she smiles sweetly the entire time she is talking to you.  Cute, cute, cute.  She is going to run some man ragged some day....  So, this blonde haired blue eyed little bundle of cuteness ran up to give me a hug....However, as she jumped up on me, and wrapped her arms around me simultaneously she happened to catch the hem of my dress.  Whoops!  I quickly snatched it and tugged it back into place.  Yoiks.  I told her "This is why I would never have worn this dress when my kids were littler."  And I chuckled and continued to pass around my hugs.

So that was fun.

After we spread our hugs around, and were walking to our car I asked Studmuffin if he noticed Josie pull my skirt up.  "Yes, and so did that entire party leaving the restaurant behind us."

"What?  No!!!!"

"OH yes!"

"Ohmigosh...You are supposed to lie about stuff like that so I don't have to be embarrassed."

He smiled wolfishly and said, "Okay.  They didn't see anything."

I smiled shakily and gave a little sigh of relief...Not sure which statement was a lie.  I made the mental decision to believe he had just seen a little extra thigh and move on with my life.  Happy in my delusions.

Until he said, "But it was in a cute way.  You had everything flexed because you were bending down to hug Josie.  And I like those lacy panties."

And my first mental image was of dimpled thighs (oh, and crapola, derriere too)...With muscle flexed underneath.  So, now it is tightly grouped cellulite.  Wrapped in lace.  I am not at all sure I'm seeing the cute factor in this.   Blehhhhh.

So that was fun.

Oh, and just in case you were keeping track, I am apparently not able to go eat at a restaurant without suffering some form of embarrassment.  If you would like a refresher, check out these links.

Performing the heimlech in a busy Mexican Restaurant.
Cleaning the Bathroom at IHOP.
Ripping my pants at Red Robin.

Call me crazy, but I kind of think I will stick to carry out in the near future...

And call me doubly crazy, but I'm about to hit the "Publish Post" button.  But I'm refraining from linking it to facebook.  I do have some restraint.  Just not much!