If I could turn back time...

Ok- let's be honest if I could turn back time I still would not have updated my blog any earlier!! My deepest apologies to my readers out there who have stuck with me through this dry spell. Summer break is over (see first posting on my feelings toward summer break) and I feel like it's taking a while to get my brained kicked back into gear. For instance, August 31st was a particularly slow day for me as I was getting back into the grind of school (I write funny stories in my day planner so I can look back and laugh). So that day I forgot my 8 AM meeting...the funny thing about this was that the night before I wrote my schedule for the next day on a sticky note and stuck it on the outside of my day planner, instead of looking in the planner to see that I was suppose to attend a class at 8AM. Thankfully, my partner in crime made it and took good notes for me that day. Later in the day, I was walking up the hill to my supervisors house (I've been painting his rec room for a little extra dough) and completely lost my footing on the freshly planted sod. I left several skid marks as I tried to scurry up the hill without falling on my face. Before I went to paint, I contemplated whether I should wear the shorts with the ridiculously stretch elastic, but I figured the t-shirt I was wearing would be big enough to cover up a slight sag in the shorts. While I was on the ladder painting the wall, my roommate, and fellow amateur painter, looked over and said something to the effect of "so do you like painting with your butt cheek hanging out?" Since the music was blaring and the fan was on, I thought she had made a comment about the paint that was already accumulating on my shorts and just aggreed with her, not even looking down to see what she was laughing at. Later on that day after Maddy had left, I was cleaning up and all of a sudden felt a draft. I looked down and all of a sudden the episode that had occurred earlier with Maddy was crystal clear....the t-shirt was not doing it's job of covering up the uncomfortably low sag I was sporting. All I could do at that point was laugh and be glad that my supervisor did not come home and see my umbro sag in his freshly painted rec room! I shared with Maddy the discovery and we had a good laugh.
That's all I got for now....I'm hoping to do better with at least keeping you up to date on my embarrassing stories!