That's Pants!

When I lived in England, people used to say this phrase when they really disliked something. Because "pants" in England means underwear. Apparently underwear is really horrible and should be referred to when something is going horribly wrong. No English or Scottish person found it funny when I expanded on the statement by saying "That's a jock strap!" or "That's panties!" Of course even in this country I find myself far more amusing than anybody else finds me. Obviously every one else is dead inside. Because I am that funny and if you aren't laughing...dead inside.

This post merely steals the phrase so I can talk about Nicole finishing her pants - not underwear, but the pants made out of jean fabric. Tuesday night we added the flare - aka the little metal decorative thingy's along the hem to make the pants even flashier than they already were. Nicole was concerned that she would do a crap job and initially measured the distance between each metal thingy until she became fatigued and started eyeballing it like I was. It turned out really well. Of course I forgot to take a photo, but I'm hanging out with her tonight and I'm pretty sure she'll model it for me so I can show the whole INTERNET what a great job she did. She told me that she was really going to miss sewing night, to which I responded "aren't we still doing it? We're still doing it, right?" I love sewing with that kid. Once she gets over the frustration of not doing something perfectly from the first try (if she did I would have to not be able to teach her anymore because I would be dying of envy), she does really well. Every once in a while she gets frustrated and says "can't you just do it for me?" to which I reply "do you really want me to?" to which she replies "no." Also that kid gives into my need for constant high-fiving when something goes well without giving me too many strange looks. Now I just have to figure out what we'll sew next.

Also, Lily was jealous of all the attention Nicole was getting because she got her head stuck between the radiator and book case in the dining room right by where we were working. I have no idea what she was trying to get, but it sure was funny! She didn't cry out at all, just became more frantic to pull her head out. Tonight I'm taking her to Laura's house for labor day weekend while I leave for Denver to visit Bethy Fred. Last time I left her there she didn't want to come home with me. Obviously Laura is much cooler. But I already knew that.

I may post from Denver, I may not, but you can be sure at some point I'll be eating at the Bump and Grind - the drag queen breakfast place. I just can't wait!