Put On Some Pants

Do you ever want to wear a disclaimer on your shirt explaining why you are doing things a certain way? You know like when your two year old is lying in the grass in front of Cheddars throwing a wall eyed fit and screaming extra loud when on lookers walk by. I wished my shirt would say in that instance: Please excuse her, and us, we are trying to teach her that attention for fits is unacceptable. Also please remember that your child was a brat sometimes too. Love you E, but you earned us a bunch of unfriendly attention.

Well tonight I wanted a disclaimer for an entirely different reason. My sister had to run her kids to some birthday parties, and I tagged along. Thinking I would mostly be in the car except for a quick dash into Target, I wore my brown fleece sweatpants (yes, AGAIN) and a ratty top. Working at PDO I get boogers, spit up and much nastier things on me all the time, so I tend to wear super casual gear to work frequently. I am somewhat embarrassed that our moms come in all cute and dressed up, and I am rough looking, but I get dirty up there all the time. I have also fallen into the sweat pant trap due to the expanding size of my derriere lately, but I try to look cute when I know I will see other cute people outside of PDO time. So much to my chagrin I ran into the following roll sheet of people.

• Shanna S.
• Chad C.
• Fernihough Family
• Crystal and Brynn
• Sellars Family
• Mary E.
• Mike K.
• Susan C.

Seriously they all must think I only own two pairs of clothes. One consisting of my high water brown pants, that are fleece, and STILL being worn in May. I know they were all waiting for the weather to get too hot so I would abandon the fleece, but no I'm still going strong. It did not help that Miss Priss April was freaking out because people saw her in..gasp.. tennis shoes!

So here here are a few of the disclaimers I would have loved to have had:

• I did not count on running into you, thank you very much!
• Yes, I do own jeans (they are just really tight right now)
• Feel sorry for me and buy me new clothes
• I promise I don't sleep in this too
• These are supposed to be capri fleece pants, not high waters
• My sister kidnapped from my house and MADE me go in these clothes

As if I wasn't ghetto enough on my own I had Ellie with us when we picked up Kaegan, and she had on a gown and no shoes.

The moral of the story: Even if you are feeling fat and lazy put on some jeans!