the great legging escapade

since my weight-loss...

i have come to wearing a uniform of leggings and flowy shirts

or jackets.

one saturday, while it was still snowy...

LML and I found an opportunity to find one

such pair of nice black leggings.

on sunday morning?

i realize that he purchased an extra small?!

extra small??? do i look like an extra small to you?, i ask...

yep, LML says.

right. my ass is NOT getting in these.

yes it is.

oh god.

so we pull on the pair of leggings...

as a team effort.

and the effort doesn't go unrewarded,

because once past my hips

they feel great.

whew.

whew?

continuing our sunday morning, we made our way

to a little cafe called avenue, in astoria, new york...

to have a frappe, which is as close to a "GREEK" frappe as

you're going to get

without you going to greece :)

while sitting down, i pull my coat up around my legs

because the cafe was busy and people kept

coming in and out of the door next to us.

finishing our frappe, we had to continue on

to our food shopping adventure at

the local fresh-food market.

i figured, now is a good time to go to the bathroom

because the sugar in the frappe

(in greek, pronounced  FRA- peh)

is enough to make anyone loopy if they

don't get it out of their system fast enough.

so...

and sorry if i get icky for you here...

as i go to pull down my leggings, what do i see?

my thigh.

a ball of my thigh sticking out

the gaping hole

right near my crotch.

egads!

uh-oh.

good thing i bought the coat with me to the bathroom!

good thing the coat covers my bottom!

omg

imagine if i wore that vest this morning

that didn't cover anything??!

so i hurry out of the bathroom

and whisper into LML's ear...

houston, we have a problem.

what?

there is a hole in my leggings. near my crotch. we have to go.

block my ass just in case.

let me see.

uh NO. there are PEOPLE here EATING FOOD.

hell to the no.

this does not stop him from going to the fruit market.

this does not stop us from walking...

carefully...

to the shops up the block (thank GOD)

and finally...

FINALLY

finding another pair of leggings

that literally...

saved my ass.

or rather, my thigh.

the moral of the story here is: always check on your leggings :)

love,

mg