Showing posts with label funny. Show all posts
Showing posts with label funny. Show all posts

Saturday, February 26, 2011

It's funny 'cause it's true

I like to use this blog to record the funny things that happen in our family. I love the thought of my kids and grandkids reading it in the future and really understanding what I was like. I've decided to cut and paste my latest FB update here, so apologies to those who read both.


Decide to go to work with Mark today. Wear a skirt. Have to sit in dirty, smelly truck and drive to woop woop. Change seats for the trip home. Start to feel pinpricks on my arms. Remove small 'wood shavings.' Feel more pricks. Realise the backs of my legs, thighs and bum are covered with 'wood shavings.' Mark suddenly announces they are not wood shavings they are prickly pear spikes.
Pull up at paddock to get my car. Can't sit down. Spikes are all over my skirt. Take skirt off. Have to lean over my car seat while Mark picks the spikes out. Spikes hard to see. Must have sunlight on spikes so they can be found. Place bum in sun.

Drive home, no skirt. Get home and realise gates are shut. Pull off slinky ninja move so that the neighbours don't see me in my granny undies. Fail.

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Day Four Revelation AKA Won't somebody think of the children!

I've just added our day four entry. I have another photo to share, but I thought it deserved a post all of its own. I've thought long and hard about sharing this but look, if you can't laugh at yourself then life isn't worth living.

Back at home I take Tiny Girl to swimming lessons once a week. Because she's so little I have to go in with her and I have been for maybe 18 months, perhaps a bit longer. So each week I hop in the pool, swimmers on, surrounded by many other kids, parents and people watching from the sides. I always wear the same swimmers and I'd recently noticed that the front was a little worn, nothing too extreme though.

Fast forward to our trip.

After our swim we walked back to the camper. I downed my towel and stood, with my back facing my family. That's when the laughing started.

See it seems that my swimmers had worn a little on the front and a LOT on the back. So much so that they were see-through, right across my bum. There was in fact extreme crack exposure. (Yes it's crass, but it's true.)

Of course I didn't believe them. So I made them take a photo to prove it. And there it was in all its glory.

For months and months no-one told me. Not the parents at swimming, not the teacher, not even a kid with a snide 'hey I can see that lady's bum!' Oh the horror of it all.

So the moral of the story is, check you swimmers every time you go, if there's wear in the front make darn sure you check the back. And never, ever rely on the sisterhood to have a word in your ear......

I've edited the photo so you can share my horror in a G rated way. Scroll down if you dare.

































The further down it went, the worse it got......
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