Please and Thank You

I dropped Nathan off at school where they were having a controlled burn (really?) right behind the portables, which is right behind the playground, which is right where the busses drop off the kids!  Controlled burns are scary at best, so I can see why they would choose to do it with 1,000 kids close by, 200 of them within mere feet in their classroom....makes total sense...NOT!  I saw kids walking over to get a closer look, and we all know how curious kids are...not the best choice of times to take care of some brush.


After driving home from a prairie fire in the making, I happened upon a construction site.  They are widening a very well traveled, busy road (YEAH by the way).  They have lowered the speed limit on this road, so we were a tad backed up and I had time to check out what they were doing.  My eyes went to the group of men talking and pointing and then I saw two guys standing off to the side a bit.  Well apparently that was the itch and scratchy section of the work crew.  Right there on the side of the road workman 1 is adjusting his boys (via the outside of his jeans) and taking a long time to make sure they are comfy and workman 2 is taking notes and decides that his boys could be a little more comfy as well, so he decides to adjust them from the inside of his pants (more of a hands on approach, if you will).  I guess they need a little more TLC.


I turn into my development and there is a dog doing his morning business right at the corner where I turn next.  I can handle this, I am far enough away that he should be done by the time I get there (how I figured this, I don't know).  I round the corner and the dog is happily wagging his tail and a job well done.  I must first commend the pet owner for being responsible and picking up after his dog, I however ask that when bending over doing so, to either have a robe that closes, and/or wear pants!!  Please and Thank You!

Do I have enough bail money, or should I do some laundry?

It is February here in New Mexico, and by design, all over the world as well.  We have been having really frigid weather, to the point that we are having rolling blackouts due to all the extra power being used, and possible gas surges that are burning baked goods all across the state.  Schools have been closed for almost a week (goodbye Spring Break!) due to snow, ice and conserving energy.  I am doing my part by not using the washer and dryer so that others may have power.  I know, I know, what a giver I am!


Well the last time that I let the laundry pile up, hubby had quite the experience at work, and it went a little something like this:


First you should know that Rick has no butt to hold up any pair of pants and being an Electrician, he stuffs his pants pockets with odds and ends that he needs so he will not be running back and forth to get needed items and it can make for a very heavy pair of pants.


Rick comes home and asks me if I want to see what happened at a customers house today.  He is standing in front of our fridge and says that I really need to see this.  There are visuals?  Rick is standing in front of the fridge and lifts his arms like he is working on an outlet on the wall and his very heavy pants fall straight to the floor, puddling at his ankles!  You would think that that was the funny part.  It is, only there is more funny on the way.  Rick is standing in his customers bedroom and when his pants fall down he is wearing his "porn star" bikini underwear as it was the only pair left in the drawer.  He has a screwdriver in one hand and a flashlight in his mouth, his jeans around his ankles, porn star underwear accentuating his now not so private parts (and who said stripes weren't flattering!) and his customer says, "Want me to hold the flashlight while you pull up your pants?"  Then she says that she had better go and call her husband at work to see what else he wants done, and promptly leaves the bedroom.  Rick is left standing there deciding if he should pull up his pants and sneak out, or stay and fix the outlet when the woman comes back and says that her husband says just fix the outlet today and can he come back later in the week to fix some other electrical problems.


Let us now fast forward a few days to Ricks next visit to the very same customers house...Rick walks in the door and the woman has company (she either had friends over for lunch, or they all had a stash of $1 bills and drinks in the freezer) and all eyes go to Ricks pants to make sure they were up.  They were, his zipper however was not!  Go ahead and laugh, I did!


Going to see if I have enough quarters for bail money, because I still want to do my part and not use any unnecessary power...