Excuse me, I don’t mean to be rude, but my maintenance men were checking out your behind

I have this new pair of navy blue pants. They fit wonderfully and they are fashionable in a sexy tailored pantsuit kinda way. They are what I call my "interview" pants and they've been hiding at the back of my closet for the past few weeks. I did not have an interview today, but I decided it was high time to break them out. I must include a disclaimer before I go any further. I truly wish this was a story about how hot my pants are. But sadly it is not. It is a simple story about how not to wear your pants in public. My day started off in a fairly normal manner other than the fact that I set my alarm a teensy bit earlier than usual. I rolled out of bed after a necessary amount of snooze button tapping and I managed to do a resistance band leg workout (courtesy of http://www.fitsugar.com/Victorias-Secret-Model-Leg-Workout-Justin-Gelband-25841335). I was a little pressed for time as I had an auto maintenance appointment before work. Just enough time to baby-talk my dog, have some yogurt, grab my keys and get my bum out the door. The dealership I go to has a neat shuttle service where they offer rides to people while their cars are being serviced. I needed a lift to work and a lift to work I got. I also received an informative guided tour of the city... for free! The same shuttle picked me up from work at lunch and took me back to my car. This is where it gets interesting. I pay for my snow tire installation, I sit in the customer lounge, I walk to the service parking lot. I'm waiting for the attendant to bring my car around and a guy starts walking closer to me. He's smirking as he tells me to check my pants. OMGOSH my tag is sticking out. And it's hanging right between my butt. He and the crew didn't know whether to tell me or not, but apparently the vote was unanimous. Gee, thanks to all the females who witnessed my faux-pas. Why'd my service guy have to see me blush? Just when I thought I could maybe break the clueless-about-cars, driving-with-my-heels-in-a-soccer-mom-van and cranking-Taylor-Swift-songs stereotype. .......No dice.
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Er’doggy in the house gettin’ tipsy

So I get home from work today and lying in front of the doorway is an abnormally docile-looking puppy. This behaviour is quite foreign for a pup who loves to sniff and probe and jump the second my feet touch the welcome mat. Who stole my puppy and replaced him with a dog? Did he really reach doghood in a single afternoon? I ponder as I kick off my heels and hang up my jacket. And then a strong smell invades my senses. I look to my left and there is a mess of shredded paper and an empty flask on the floor. My boisterous little puppy is as drunk as a dog. This shall be the last time we leave little sample size bottles of Glenfiddich lying around the house. He should have been a Scottie-dog!

Sorry for the terrible quality - I wanted to capture Naughty Puppy right in the act!

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DIY kinda weekend

Roger passed his exam!! I'm so proud and not the least bit surprised. He's been so excited (and nervous) for this day and we couldn't wait to celebrate the outcome. After a stressful Friday, he left early for a work party and I hit the town to enjoy a fancy Italian dinner with a good friend, whom I shall call Dorian. We all ended up at the same venue at the end of the night. Highlight? Getting my wine glass topped up by a bartender when I didn't even ask! Saturday was a little slow to start and I spent most of it frantically cleaning the house as we waited for my parents to arrive. They live four hours away, so these visits are always a big deal. It's a strange feeling entertaining your parents when you move away from home. You want to gather up all the skills they have taught you and display them all at once as a gesture of hospitality and gratitude. Four loads of laundry later and what felt like a room makeover marathon, the house was spotless and ready for company. Hospital corners and all. My family came to visit to help us install our new hardwood floor! The men got to work right away and had the whole thing laid down in 3 hours. They are rockstars. The task was completed just in time to savour a delicious homemade meal and some red wine. The floor looks amazing and so inviting. Now we just need to decide on the stain colour and schedule another weekend to do it. Old family room New floor                   While on the topic of stains... To top the weekend off, I spent my Sunday afternoon removing them from dress shirts. I made a paste using baking soda and warm water, let that stand for 2 hours and threw the shirts in the washer; let's hope it works! We're now on our way to Roger's dad's place for dinner. Busy family weekends - just the best!!
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