In all of the sadness that is surrounding us right now, the loss of Steve, the global economy, the bloody rain, the lack of craisins in my granola... I'd like to share a part of my day yesterday...
Warning: if you drink your tea with your pinky circling the air and your cucumber sandwiches haven't the slightest of crust, this story is not for you.
My day started with trying to get another pee sample from Starr (see classy already!). While outside perched in front of the curb (Starr's preferred release spot) ziplock baggie positioned just right (a great tip for the low squatter) my neighbour walks past with latte steaming nicely... Me? I've got a handful of a different kind of hot liquid... Top o' the morning to you!
Oh just wait - thats not the best part
As Starr and I are skipping along to the vet's (what you don't skip?) with pee sample in hand, I feel something in the left knee area of my jeans. Weird. Shake my leg. Its still there. We are just about to walk into the vet's office so I try to get a glimpse in the glass door. I thought I just must not be used to the straight leg jeans I had on since I've been wearing skinny jeans all year... (yes I do wash them, sometimes even taking them off to do so)
Its pretty uneventful in the vet's office. Starr doing her usual showing off: balancing on a beach ball while juggling herrings and tossing flaming cocktails. Really dog? I'm the one standing there still holding pee, treats can wait!
1 sample dropped off, 1 handful of NZ treat dust inhaled. Good to go.
As we leave the office, the uncomfortable jean leg has now developed an odd bulging growth around my knee.
light bulb!
I had worn these jeans for a bit a couple days earlier and like all my clothes, tossed them over the footboard on my bed. And since I'm still refusing to give into non-flip-flop weather, i know this ain't no sock... haha I envisioned a pair of neon coloured underwear falling out of my jeans leg onto the pretty vet's floor! This mental image has me laughing my ass off while still walking Starr down the street as I'm shaking my leg to free this bulge...
As my navy underoo's finally tumble out, I pick them up, stuff them in my pocket and continue on our merry walk. Oh ya, still laughing my ass off...
Hello neighbours! Like me now?
Moral of the story - ALWAYS shake out clothing after you've taken it off, so as to not store any 'festering goods'
hehe I'm still chuckling
Wednesday, October 12, 2011 at 8:31AM 
