What kind of person would I be if I couldn't laugh at myself? I had the occasion to do just that yesterday, especially when I knew the looks and snickers were directed at me.
Again I was at the gym (yes, I'm addicted) and you can just imagine my surprise when the gym pants I pulled out weren't mine. Somehow a pair of my mom's sweat pants got into my drawer and made into my gym bag and of course, I wouldn't look closely at them -- heck they were in my drawer! Anyway, my mom wears a few sizes larger than me and because there was no way I was going to go all the way home or skip the gym, I put them on... they slid down, I pulled them back up, they fell down again. So with them crumpled on the floor, I put my workout top on, which is spandex and fits snugly, then tucked my pants under my shirt -- it became my belt. Unfortunately the pants were very baggy and... too short, I looked like a wanna be Erkel, all that was missing were the suspenders. Needless to say, during my whole workout I was constantly tucking my pants under my belt-shirt. You can just imagine the looks... it was hilarious.
How did the pants get in my drawer? The conclusion I could come up with is: Last summer my mom stayed with us for a couple of weeks and somehow those pants in these past months made it from her house, to our spare bedroom, through the laundry, then into my drawer -- the strange thing; it took them six months to make to my dresser -- spooky.
Keep on laughing
Have a great day and week-end.
