I know I have been lacking in making posts lately so I apologize. I was down with my back and then mom got sick and was in the hospital. Both of us are much better now. Soooo here I am getting the party started again. Today I am just going to share a small story with you so I can BBQ and spend some time with the kids.
I Lost My Support
A tale of a girl, her dog and a bra
The day was Friday June 5th 2011 around 3:30 in the morning, the kids were asleep, the animals all curled up on the bed together. I decided I was going to take a shower. I as usual got all the things I would need to get dressed and laid them on the end of the bed. Off to the shower I go. As the first drops of water hit me I break out into song singing my own version of Love Shack by the B52's. I wash my hair and then goop it up with my deep conditioner, I love soft hair so I leave it on until I am finished with everything else. I move on to lathering my face with my bar of Black Magic soap which I also leave on for a few minutes. Now comes a problem do I use what is left of my Simply Sweet Skin creme soap or do I use the CandleLynn whipped soap? Well of course I decide that I am going to what is only the right thing to do use them both. So I lather one side of my body with the whipped the other with the creme at this point it smells like a citrus fruit salad exploded in my tub. I'm not complaining at all :o) By now I have changed the song I'm singing to Twist Again by Chubby Checker, and yes I was attempting to do the twist lol. While twisting and singing I rinsed off and got out and dried off. While venturing back to my room to get dressed I peeked in on the kids. There was Hannah flopping like a fish out of water and Sierrah on her back snoring with her mouth wide open. Looking as I go into my room there are all 3 cats and the puppy still curled up sleeping away. Such a sweet thing kids and critter sleeping away plus no one was forced to hear my singing, double win. I grab my lotion and slather away, making sure to get all the driest parts extra good. I grab my undies get them on then my PJ pants. Reach for my bra and it is gone, I move everything on the bed to look for it. I look on the ground, in the bathroom and even the living room not there either. Now I know good and well I put my favorite bra out to wear where the heck did it go??? I go and start questioning the animals who were not happy that I woke them to interrogate them. Frustrated I sit down in my chair topless and start thinking did I really sit it out or am I going crazy? Just as I decide that I must be crazy or we have bra stealing trolls in this apartment Patch comes up and jumps on my leg. As I look down I notice his cute little shirt is all twisted up so I go to fix it for him. That is when I realized I wasn't crazy, there are no bra stealing trolls, I hadn't lost my support at all. I only have a puppy who likes to cross dress. There he was in all his glory Aerosmith doggy shirt on and MY bra over the top of it. I couldn't do anything but laugh, how can you be upset with such a cute little face?
Lesson I learned... never think you have lost your support because you will find it in the places you least expect.
Peace, Love, and Cupcakes