Oops

Last week I split my khaki capris right up the back. It was probably a combination of reasons but mostly my washing them all the time and my rear increasing size (or becoming firmer from riding my bike). The big problem is that I don't know exactly when they blew. I was sitting at the kitchen table when I discovered it, but I'm not entirely sure if that is when it happened. I remember feeling a weird pull when I put them on... hopefully it was that day. Unfortunately the last time I wore them was when I went on a walk to the store a few days prior. I'd like to think that someone would have had the decency to say, "Hey lady, your ass is hanging out." Maybe.

Later that same day I decided that I needed to do some extra cleaning. And by extra cleaning, I mean I made an extra special mess. As I finished loading the dishwasher I started to put the cleanser into the machine, saw I missed a dish, sat the detergent down, put the missing dish in, then picked up the detergent and gave it one last shake. This is the fun part: I forgot that I had already opened the bottle to pour it. Detergent everywhere. And, just so you know, without the scalding hot water you need a chisel to get this stuff off of cabinets, counters and floors. Bravo.