Pants, that is.
They are my Yoga pants. Also known as ... don't-do-yoga-sit-around-on-your-lazy-duff-watching-TV-pants. *That's the official name PS. I got them at Target*
AnywhoOOoville.
The last FOUR ... count them. FOUR times I have worn them, Lynea has decided it was a good idea to pee on me. No lie.
The first time, Brian put her diaper on crooked and she leaked out. *I'm not positive it WAS indeed Brian, but I can't imagine myself doing that, so I like to think it WAS him...
The second and third time was right out of the bath, as I am lotioning her.
And lastly, TODAY. As I am feeding her, something awfully warm and very familiar feeling seeped onto my leg. And since I am pretty sure it wasn't me ... I knew it was Lynn ... once again ... feeling the need to tinkle on my pants.
Now, is it time to retire my comfy fat pants? *cough* I mean... *cough* YOGA pants?
... 'Cause frankly. It's not something I want to test my theory on. IfyaknowwhatImean. *I no likey getting pee'd on*
3 comments:
Yes, I say RETIRE!!! Sounds like they are the BADLUCKPEEDONYOUPANTS...
hehehe..maybe you should try wearing them while doing yoga. ;) I think Lynn is peeing on you acuz she is confused. lol *totally teasing you*
i super heart my fat pants. seriously trying to figure out how to work my black ones into the work wardrobe...
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