Not me!

 As I sit here typing on the laptop that I {did not} accidentally spill soda on this weekend... I may as well have another go at this.. Check out MckMama for more. 

If you saw that lady, the one with the screaming 2 year old, at Target, it was not me. Good thing you didn't follow her, because about 3 aisles into the store, I hear she felt something in her pant leg. Pretty sure the "something" she felt was not in fact, a pair of undies. Her hubby did not think this was hilarious.  Later? When the undies were safely tucked away in her pocket, her cell phone did not ring. Of course, the said undies did not come out with the cell phone, this time with a man in the aisle with her. Why did she just not drop the undies and run? Well, they were her favorite pair. You can't just leave your favorite pair of undies sitting in a random aisle at Target. A good pair is hard to find. {I've heard.} 

During pajama day at school? I did not get my son all ready to go, only to realize when we got to school that his pj's had a big hole in the butt. My 2 year old had not apparently gotten ahold of the scissors big brother left out. 

Finally, it was not me who was playing hoops with my class in the gym last Friday, and innocently asked our gym teacher excuse me, Elementary Phy Ed. Specialist, which line was the free throw line. He did not bust a gut laughing, then proceed to tell every other person he saw. Who all laughed at me as well. 

Have a great week, I'm off to study me up some basketball terms, so I can show them..or not!