Mei tai picture and cookout dorkiness
Oct. 6th, 2007 09:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
same_skyFirst order on the agenda: the mei tai I made yesterday. I had M take a picture of me wearing it tonight. Forgive the clothes; I had already changed into my comfy clothes. I do not wear real clothes at home if I can help it at all. These particular shorts got a giant bleach stain on them the first time I wore them. M was instructed to keep my pants out of it for that reason and then I went right ahead and told you about it. Smart! Anyway. This also means that you don't get a good glance at how ridiculously much too long the straps are. I haven't fixed those yet.
Second order on the agenda is: perhaps writing the agenda. I'm not entirely sure what else I thought would be worth putting in an agenda.
M's boss is being sent to Iraq, and he had a little cookout this afternoon at his house, so we went over for that. We only stayed about three hours but that was more than enough for me to baby-wrangle in 90 degree weather. I took her in to cool off and eat a little in the middle, and we stayed in the shade, so it wasn't too bad, I guess. I made a complete dork out of myself, though. When I went inside, his wife was in the kitchen. I said something about needing to feed the baby, and she told me to go ahead and make myself at home, and did I need to use the microwave to heat up a bottle or anything? And I, smooth operator that I am, had no idea what to say. M and another guy he works with were standing there in the kitchen, and I just blurted out, "No, I need somewhere where I can take my shirt off." DOH. While that is (almost) technically TRUE, I spent the time feeding the baby thinking of a thousand different ways that I could have phrased that without making myself sound like a giant perv who goes around other people's houses stripping. I KNOW that she knew what I meant but still. I felt like a dork.
Anyway, the baby is ready for her bath and bedtime and I am all for her bedtime. :)
Second order on the agenda is: perhaps writing the agenda. I'm not entirely sure what else I thought would be worth putting in an agenda.
M's boss is being sent to Iraq, and he had a little cookout this afternoon at his house, so we went over for that. We only stayed about three hours but that was more than enough for me to baby-wrangle in 90 degree weather. I took her in to cool off and eat a little in the middle, and we stayed in the shade, so it wasn't too bad, I guess. I made a complete dork out of myself, though. When I went inside, his wife was in the kitchen. I said something about needing to feed the baby, and she told me to go ahead and make myself at home, and did I need to use the microwave to heat up a bottle or anything? And I, smooth operator that I am, had no idea what to say. M and another guy he works with were standing there in the kitchen, and I just blurted out, "No, I need somewhere where I can take my shirt off." DOH. While that is (almost) technically TRUE, I spent the time feeding the baby thinking of a thousand different ways that I could have phrased that without making myself sound like a giant perv who goes around other people's houses stripping. I KNOW that she knew what I meant but still. I felt like a dork.
Anyway, the baby is ready for her bath and bedtime and I am all for her bedtime. :)
