Casual Friday, Dating my Dad, and Kid Bowl.
Thought I'd recap the last few days for y'all.
At work, we are allowed to wear jeans on Friday and so I usually do, as long as I have no meetings or important appointments. And even though I wear jeans I usually try to wear a nice sweater and shoes so I'm not TOTALLY dressed down. Last Friday I must've looke particularly bummy as two people commented on my "duds" which consisted of black leather sneakers, jeans, gray cotton t-shirt and a black zip cardigan:
Pre-school teacher: "Casual Friday - Huh?"
Chiropractor: "Are you working today?"
As I tried to figure out which part of the outfit was the kicker (probably the shoes) I shrugged it off. My office is in a remote area and I only see a couple other co-workers thoughout the day, so no big deal. That is, until the local news station came by to interview me for a story. GREAT. Murphy's Law I guess.
Saturday, my husband worked so I stopped by my dad's to kill time. Dad's wife was just leaving so we hung out for a while and he accompanied me & the kids to McDonald's for lunch. Whenever I go on outings with my dad & my kids, I always wonder if people think he's my husband (he's only 20 years older than me and had a history of dating MUCH younger women for a good portion of his life, making the scenario pretty believable to some). It's kinda funny - but I usually try to call him DAD out loud several times so there's no confusion. Then again, sometimes it's fun to let people think what they will. (Note to moms: the happy meal toddler toys at McD's are awesome lately - add to your Fisher-Price little people collection!)
On to Sunday. My daughter went to a bowling birthday party. Oh my. Imagine about twenty 4 & 5 year olds wielding heavy balls and complaining about the shoes ("Mommy, I HATE these shoes!") In my day you just wore your socks when you were little. I guess one too many kids dropped a ball on their stockingened feet. Thank God for those "gutter guards" or no one would have scored at all! (Note to everyone: if you haven't bowled lately here's a reminder about how slippery the lanes are. I "bit it" chasing my son down the lane and before I could even warn anyone the mom in the next lane did the same - ooh my achin' arse!)
At work, we are allowed to wear jeans on Friday and so I usually do, as long as I have no meetings or important appointments. And even though I wear jeans I usually try to wear a nice sweater and shoes so I'm not TOTALLY dressed down. Last Friday I must've looke particularly bummy as two people commented on my "duds" which consisted of black leather sneakers, jeans, gray cotton t-shirt and a black zip cardigan:
Pre-school teacher: "Casual Friday - Huh?"
Chiropractor: "Are you working today?"
As I tried to figure out which part of the outfit was the kicker (probably the shoes) I shrugged it off. My office is in a remote area and I only see a couple other co-workers thoughout the day, so no big deal. That is, until the local news station came by to interview me for a story. GREAT. Murphy's Law I guess.
Saturday, my husband worked so I stopped by my dad's to kill time. Dad's wife was just leaving so we hung out for a while and he accompanied me & the kids to McDonald's for lunch. Whenever I go on outings with my dad & my kids, I always wonder if people think he's my husband (he's only 20 years older than me and had a history of dating MUCH younger women for a good portion of his life, making the scenario pretty believable to some). It's kinda funny - but I usually try to call him DAD out loud several times so there's no confusion. Then again, sometimes it's fun to let people think what they will. (Note to moms: the happy meal toddler toys at McD's are awesome lately - add to your Fisher-Price little people collection!)
On to Sunday. My daughter went to a bowling birthday party. Oh my. Imagine about twenty 4 & 5 year olds wielding heavy balls and complaining about the shoes ("Mommy, I HATE these shoes!") In my day you just wore your socks when you were little. I guess one too many kids dropped a ball on their stockingened feet. Thank God for those "gutter guards" or no one would have scored at all! (Note to everyone: if you haven't bowled lately here's a reminder about how slippery the lanes are. I "bit it" chasing my son down the lane and before I could even warn anyone the mom in the next lane did the same - ooh my achin' arse!)
You said your dad's wife??? Did he get married already???
Posted by
Sherri |
4:09 PM
Yes. They flew to Florida in January and got hitched. Crazy kids.
Posted by
PreppyGirl |
9:14 AM
I do the same thing when I'm out with my dad! I always get paranoid that waitresses and whatnot are thinking I'm the kind of gal who would date a man 30 years her senior. Ew.
Posted by
Unknown |
10:44 AM