White Pants

Oh white pants, why do I even try. It is a double edged sword here...first you have me-clumsy, disaster-prone me. Also, I have a three year old and a six year old--not that I can blame either of the following incidents on them. You would think I would know better than to try to wear white pants. But I am stubborn (stupid) and I will contine to do things that are against better judgement because I just want to, that's why.

Tonight I was going to a wedding shower for my good friends Lori and David (congratulations, sweet friends). I had it in my mind that I wanted to wear a pair of white pants. My first mistake was that I got dressed way too early. This is a serious error, and I should have known better. When you are me, you have to know that you must wait until you are just about to walk out the front door. I don't know how I accomplished it, but I got a big drop of mascara on the KNEE. How? How does mascara end up on the knee? I don't know, but it did, OK. And I probably would have just worn it and played it off with the, "What? I certainly didn't see that before I left the house? I would have changed first" lines. But then I noticed a smudge on the other knee!! I promise they were clean when I put them on. I did a twirl, even! There was no way I could justify two stained knees.

White pants number two (WP#2). I don't know what is worse...that I have a pair of white pants or that I have brought on twice the heartache by owning two pair.

After I make the call that WP#1 were too grungy, I selected WP#2 because I already had the whole outfit picked out. I double-checked to make sure they were perfectly clean. Yes! Dressed and ready, we just need to get a quick dinner before we head out of the door. Uh-oh! Micah would like a PB&J. Easy enough. I head to the pantry and grab the peanut butter. Apparently I had not secured the lid tightly when I put it away the last time. And of course I had picked it up by the lid. So the jar falls to the floor, bounces and sends a big glob on the floor and one on my pants. NOOOOOOOO!! Didn't they hear that I had the outfit selection established?

Luckily the peanut butter landed right on the hemline. I wiped it off and wore them anyway. It was already too late in the game to start over with outfits. And no one at the shower even noticed!

(Side Note: WP#1 suffered a run-in earlier in the year with a very greasy Taco Casa taco. See a pattern?)