Yesterday as I left for work at 5:30 (OKAY!! I was late it was like 5:50 and I was in a hurry) I managed to fall off the last stair. I ripped my FAVORITE pair of jeans… the one’s I paid $2.50 for at the Good Will. The ones that fit me like they were designed to fit MY ghetto ass into and nobody else’s. The ones that sat on my hips just right to give me that ‘I might be a mom but YOU still think I’m sexy’ look. I’m still in mourning. I wore black today. *sigh*
I hurt my knee too. It’s swollen and it hurts like an SOB. I COULD blame my sandals which are as slick as a Hoosier after a John Force burn out… but I just don’t have the heart to blame something so cute and comfortable. And lets face it, Cassidy gets the clutz jean from me. Lord help her.