I have to tell you a story. PC, you can skip the first part but you will want to read the second part.

Last Thursday I told the ladies they could pack to go to their dad’s in the morning. I went to bed early because it was the only night in a week I had gone to bed before midnight. I had not packed for the gentlemen or fixed snacks for our 2.5 hour drive to meet daddy, so Friday morning was going to be busy.

 

I got up plenty early and took a shower, threw on my jeans and the shirt I had slept in. I got the ladies going and Leo dressed. Jane was pretty much wearing her panties 10 minutes before they had to leave for school. Paul was not happy with the pants choices I offered so he found some red pants to wear with his orange shirt. Then he put his sock on up-side down. I got the ladies off for school and Paul’s socks on and shoes and got some of their clothes ready. I loaded them up in the car and drove them to preschool, right on time. I listened to The Sweet Potato Queen’s Wedding Planner and Guide to Divorce (which is quite funny-and informative)in the car on the way to work, and even remembered to fill up the car with gas. Three blocks from work and 15 minutes from home I started getting into library mode, you know the shhing and all. And I looked down to see that I was wearing a Coca~Cola tee-shirt, the one I had slept in, and no bra. And I was right on time for work.

 

I called mom. She was getting a mammogram of course, but I went to her house and borrowed a sweatshirt and a brassiere. Thank God it was casual Friday!

 

Part Two

I went dancing this weekend- both Friday and Saturday. The Jim Rice  band  was at the bar so I got some friends together and we had a blast. We ran into a guy I went to high school with. He has the distinction of having been at the one beer party I attended in my hometown. It was a small one, both the hometown and the party. He told the story like this:

“I walked in the door and someone slammed me against the wall and started kissing me.”

“Who was it?”

“Paula.”

“Well, you could have done worse.” (she was really pretty)

“True. Turns out they were playing Truth or Dare and she got dared to kiss the next person through the door. Then it becomes Rod’s turn. He was dared to take off Wildflowersp’s bra. She is sitting there like this, (eyes rolled up and a sheepish grin on his face) and after fishing around a while Rod says, ‘she ain’t wearin’ one.’”

 

He told this story BEFORE hearing the other one.

 

Clearly I have changed little through the years. In my defense, I was wearing a supportive tank top with a loose tank sweater over it. Nobody but I would have known a thing if Rod hadn’t started fumbling around back there.

 

In case you were wondering, I did manage to dress myself completely for both nights this weekend.

 

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