Thursday, May 17, 2007

Scraping the bottom

I'm days behind on laundry and can't possibly bring myself to face the arduous task of shopping for new clothes that fit. So in an act of desperation, I just unearthed a pair of old capri pants for an afternoon outing with the muppers.

For the record, I'll confess that I must have been feeling optimistic when I purchased said pants, because I distinctly recall that they were snug back then. But today? Today, that zipper was my nemesis.

Naturally, I did what any girl in this position would do: I flopped backwards onto the bed, and fought (with a grimace and a grunt) to zip that sucker up. I'd finally succeeded when, from the foot of the bed, I heard a wee, sweet voice pipe, "Mommy, mommy! Wake up! Wake up, and let's go to the park."

So I sat up, made a show of yawning and rubbing the sleep out of my eyes for my pint-sized audience, and waddled to the door. Because some things, they really don't need to know


Blogger anniemcq said...

This made me laugh out loud. You are too funny, Franklin.

And may I say, you are a better woman than I. I can't stand to wear tight pants, which explains why I haven't left the house in anything but sweats for the last month. This blogging thing is doing wonders for the size of my butt.

8:20 AM  

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