Hot Chocolate Commando

Well, my husband found my blog and I promptly stopped writing in it...is that weird? I honestly didn't do it consciously...but here it is almost October, and I last wrote in April. Why am I afraid of people reading my inner thoughts? Hmmmm...

Anyways, this weekend Brett convinced me that I should share some of my funny anecdotes on my blog (basically he chastised me for not writing in it). So I thought I'd share a post I made to my Post Challenged Sistas at www.splitcoaststampers.com. While at the time I was just sharing a story, it has become an amusing inside joke between me and the girls. :)

"Guess what?! Brett was super sweet and made me a cup of hot chocolate....and brought it to me sitting on the couch. Well, the stub wall was full of my kleenex box, and I needed to blow my nose, and in my retarded state of grogginess, I apparently thought that cradled in my legs was a good place for the hot mug. So I grabbed a kleenex, started blowing my nose, and spilled basically 3/4 full cup of hot cocoa all over my legs...seeping into my velour comfy pants to stick against my legs... I jumped up, ran around like a mad woman, and took off my pants (which was a bad idea, cause I was lazy today and went commando -- don't give me that disgusted look), and the curtains were open in the living room...and well, besides being mortified (although I'm sure no one saw anything), I now have a fairly painful burn on my leg....:( Can we have a collective "poor Lenore" now?"

I got more of a collective *SPEW* instead. hehehe....