It is Monday again.
Monday. Monday. Can't trust that day!
Case in point . . . a not me moment . . .
Clearly, it was not me who answered the door at 8:30 am, thinking that it was hubby that had forgotten something, only to be greeted by one of our remodeling consultants. Correction. One of our male remodeling consultants. I certainly would have checked before I opened the door especially since I had on no bra and one of my husband's white t-shirts. I would never disgrace the girls, or myself, for that matter, by allowing myself to be seen by the public with my breasts hanging down to my belly button. I would never answer the door with my girls sagging away like men's tube socks with soup cans stuffed in the bottom. No way! Not me! I would make sure that the girls were folded and pressed into submission into the harness that is my bra before opening the door to strangers. (Because, that would be the right thing to do both for me and for my consultant's scarred eyes. )
I'm sure of it.
***** If you do not know what a not me moment is . . . hop on over to Mckmama's blog and check out some other not me's from cyber-land. In short, a not me moment is any moment when you silently close your eyes, take a deep breath, and wish fervently that "This is not me!" It's any embarrassing, humiliating, or just plain crazy moment in your day. Hope your girls are at attention today when you are answering the door! :)