Sally's World

IT IS NOT MY FAULT…

Okay, so I know I told you about the time I traumatised the postman, I believe I may have mentioned the time I almost accidentally strangled the sales clerk…I think you are all aware of my aversion to a few of the doctors I meet….

Well, we can now add another one to the list… Builders!!! …but it was totally not my fault, it was Crazy Texas Mommy’s fault…I take no responsibility and place the blame squarely on her shoulders.

Click here for proof. http://www.crazytxmommy.com/2009/05/do-hustle.html

See…don’t tell me you watched that video without joining in, admit it, you were doing the hustle in your living room…right…no?????

Well, I thought my moves were pretty good, until I spun around after shaking my booty…and saw the look on the builders face.

In my defence, how was I supposed to know he was going to be looking in the living room window???…and okay, I should have remembered the builders were here putting up a new fence….

Let’s just hope he comes back, he seemed pretty scared, but he should be made of sterner stuff!!!!

Wraparound dresses are a bad idea…a worse idea even than hipster jeans with a thong showing…not that I am a thong person; I think there is merely about a three week window when you can get away with a thong…somewhere in your late teens...unless you’re Madonna of course.

So finally in the UK spring has sprung, the sun is shining and it is finally warm enough to allow our milk bottle white legs to be seen by the general public…

So I went into my wardrobe and dug out a dress…gasp…it’s been a while…if only I had thought it through, after all, it is England, and even if its warm, its still going to be breezy…so while I didn’t mind showing off my legs below the knee, I was a little less impressed with the strong gust of wind that took my dress and made it land up around my neck somewhere giving the whole world a view of my comfy cotton knickers…(insert huge blush here)

And lets be honest here, I’m no Marilyn Monroe…but it could have been worse, I could have been in a thong and flashed my arse too…not sure what’s worse, flashing my granny knickers making the world think I’m a frigid frump, or wishing I was sporting a racy thong…whilst while making the world as a whole gasp at my audacity for thinking I looked okay in one, might make them think I was at least not quite over the hill…

Big sigh…another place I can never show my face….mind you would anyone recognise it, after all, my face was perfectly well covered…with my skirt!!!!