I had a post written all fancy like just waiting for me to embed a video.? But my stupid ass (and by that I mean lovely little hand held beautiful pocket) video recorder decided to say “camcorder full” 2 minutes before I finished recording what I wanted to record.? Instead you get this.
At lunch I informed the trusty husband that we were actually going to have the enchiladas tonight that were on the menu last week (that’s what we were supposed to have Tuesday, but I didn’t make it and I still can’t remember what I made last Tuesday).? The conversation sounded like this:
Elle: I’m making enchiladas tonight because Michelle posted her guacamole recipe.
Trusty Husband: It’s guacamole.? How hard can it be?? Avocados and some lime juice.
Elle: Evidently a little more complicated than that.? Her recipe calls for bacon.
Trusty Husband: you had me at bacon.
The day started out sunny today so I thought I would put on short pants (Capris in Elle).? I have a few pair that make my ass look a little large so I pulled out my trusty Tommy Hillfiger jeans.? Loves me some Tommy.? They are a few years old and worn, but comfy and lovely.? The boy and I go to the vegetable store and the grocery this morning.? I do some work (by that I mean working on next month’s theme) while the child is sleeping and when he wakes up we head out to buy the cats some food.? I hop in my car (which has rough upholstery) and thought something was stuck to my butt.? Nope.? Didn’t see anything on the seat.? Half way to the store I feel that thing on my butt again.? I check again.? Nope, nothing on the seat, but uh oh… yeah… there’s a giant hole in the ass of my pants.