Saturday, August 29, 2009

A Midnight Kind of Blue

I know you aren't going to believe this, but I embarassed myself in front of yet another service type person.

When we went to Roswell last week my mom bought Norah this super cool swimming pool. It has a little slide and sprinklers that come out the side. Norah loves it. So does Mama, as Norah is happy to play in it for a good 30 minutes to an hour, just long enough to get really tired and ready for a nap.

On Thursday afternoon I took Norah out to play for a bit, and since we were just going to be in the backyard I thought I would just go ahead and wear my two piece bathing suit. This is the bathing suit that I got three summers ago, and while it fit me well then, and was very cute on me...three years ago I was not the mother of a child, a child who grew in my body for nine months and then nursed for another eight. Suffice it to say, I am shaped a tad bit differently now.

But hey! We were just going to be in the back yard, no one was going to see me. My belly really needs a tan! So out we went.

It was a solid fifteen minutes before I realized that the Direct TV guy was on my next door neighbor's house, with a perfect view of my yellow two piece and my very white belly.

Hopefully he was a gentleman and didn't look at us.

In other, un-bathing suit news, I painted my bedroom yesterday. La Fonda Midnight. Another excellent paint name with an equally excellent outcome. I do love the La Fonda colors from Valspar. I'll post pictures soon.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Further Home Invasions

Today a termite inspector came to my house. I was expecting him at 3, but when my doorbell rang at 2 I was fairly certain it was the termite man, even if it was an hour early. Thankfully I had just changed out of my bathing suit and was able to answer the door in appropriate attire. Though I was in the middle of sending a text message to Jasmine and was kind of distracted.

He came in, and while the inspection only took about 10 minutes, he spent a good 5 minutes flirting with me and talking to my cats. No joke, he not so subtly asked me to have a make-shift coffee date with him. While he was in my house. And my baby was sitting not two feet away eating lunch and dumping water all over the place.

This was made slightly more uncomfortable when I realized that he had conducted part of his termite inspection in my very messy bedroom where all my under-things are splayed out in their glory.

Could someone please explain to me the good manners that are expected when you have repair-men and termite-men in your house? Because obviously I am clueless.