So I sat down at my vanity to brush my hair this morning.
I was wearing my favorite gardening jeans.
See the little hole right above the pocket?
Not the big tear, that wasn't there yet.
I mean this little hole right there.
Which wasn't even that big and I didn't notice it.
Now see the curly cue metal chair?
That little hole somehow hooked onto that little curly cue and.....
I was stuck.
To the chair.
I couldn't stand up and I couldn't for the life of me get myself unhooked.
And I fell over.
Yes, on the floor with a chair stuck to my butt.
And nobody home.
So I started yanking on the back of my jeans.
My favorite ones.
And they ripped.
But not in the right place.
And I was still stuck and couldn't get up and couldn't move.
Then the dog started licking my face.
Yup, this dog.
I got a good face washing, let me tell you.
Meanwhile the other dog was tearing apart his stuffed animal all over the floor.
I was laughing and crying at the same time.
As I wiggled myself out of my jeans.
Which wasn't easy.
And I think I hurt myself.
Yea, I was a sight.
So, after putting said jeans back on and washing my face, I decided to soothe my harried nerves by doing a little weeding outside.
I got out my kneeling pad, put on my gloves and went to work.
But pretty soon my nose started twitching.
There was this really awful smell.
And it seemed to be coming from close by.
Yup, it was me.
I was kneeling in dog doo.
And not only that, but it was all over my shoes, my gloves, and my jeans.
Because I had put my kneeling pad right down in it and also stepped in it and handled it when I moved the kneeling pad. Then I put my hands on my knees. It's a wonder it wasn't in my hair.
It was one of those days.
What you laughin' at!
Hope your day was better!