Dress-up Day

Some days I dress up nicely.  Mostly it is because my dress down "uniforms" are all in the laundry.  Today I ended up in a nice skirt and t-shirt with fun, strappy J-41's.  It is a sassy red and pink printed skirt that I got for just 1/3 the normal price at a spendy boutique and I love it.  The skirt is full and flares out when you twirl.  (Who doesn't love that?  When I am 90, I am going to put just one booster rocket on the side of my wheelchair so I can still twirl!)

Anyway, I ended up wearing that skirt to the "graduation" event at my kids' aerospace engineering camp.  I would like to supply some information that may help you if you are ever in this situation.  You see, airport tarmacs are breezeways even without the planes taking off and landing.  So if you step out in your sheltered, suburban front yard and think that the skirt can handle the little bit of wind today you will be wrong.  In addition to the general windiness you will be climbing up into the C-130 for a tour and there will be a wind tunnel created inside of the fuselage when every door is opened and...well...you get the idea.

My apologies to Miss M for making her hold Little C's hand the entire time (that kid is a security breach waiting to happen).  But your mama was busy trying to hold down her dignity.  (When the clean laundry is so depleted that you have to wear that skirt, you don't even want to know what was left to choose from in the under-pinnings drawer.)

NO photos accompany this story!

I am blatantly using a quote here while I have no idea who the source is.  Tut tut.  Bad form.  I want to guess at Steven Wright or George Carlin but I can't find it online anywhere to confirm.  It might have been on a Snapple lid.  If you happen to know who said "Maybe your purpose in life is to be the bad example for others" please tell them they are brilliant for me.  

Today it was my turn to do something stupid that you all can learn from without the pain and blisters and scarring to go along with it.

I don't know if you know this about me, but I tend to touch hot things after they come out of the oven.  I use mitts to remove things, set them on a trivet, and then get distracted and turn around to move them again without the mitts.  It has happened often enough that the rest of the inhabitants of our little enclave here remind me frequently about 400 degree glass dishes on the counter.  Moose is particularly vigilant.  But this little mishap slipped past all of his security measures.  But it is not his fault.  I wasn't even in the kitchen.

We have a trapezoid shaped edition that was used originally as an orchid greenhouse by the family that built our house.  It has glass doors or windows on all four sides.  We used it as a playroom when the kidlets were small.  They loved shutting the doors and being all secretive while blissfully oblivious to the fact they could be seen from all angles.  We called it the kid aquarium.

Now that they don't use the space I have my desk, treadmill, and a couch in there.  I am painfully aware of being viewed from all angles so I tend to leave the curtains shut.  Anyway, the room has slate floors and the space under it is not heated so it gets very cold in here in the winter.  I have a small space heater with a fan to keep it cozy when I am in there working.  

[Admit it.  You have been thinking, "WTF! The Mama is crazy random today."  Stick with me.  I'll bring it all home for you.]

I had just finished helping kidlets with homework and Moose was making French Toast for dinner and I was felling a little chilly.  So I dropped down in Child's Pose to stretch and warm my back in front of the heater.  It was nice and warm.  Until I sat up.  Then it was red hot!  You see, I just lost 8 pounds and my jeans are rather loose and had slid a little low...

All of which is a round about way to tell you I have blisters on my ass!  I have a second degree burn the size of my index finger that is centered right above (slight overlap) my bumper cleavage.  The good news is I can't feel it yet.  The bad news is...hello!  I seared my flanks!

I am the bad example.  I might even be the take home story from the nurse call line.  "Whew!  Tonight some lady called in and she burned her butt.  I don't know, she claims it was from resting near a heater.  I wonder what she was really doing that resulted in a 2nd degree burn back there!"