I Pinky Swear.....with fingers crossed behind my back.........

I apologize for not posting yesterday. It was a long day and if you knew why I didn't post you'd feel sorry for me and bring me not only breakfast in bed but you'd also bring us all dinner. Because bed is where I ended up.

Let's just say, before surgery, the Doctor has to make sure all things are good to go and do some major testing that left me in some serious amount of pain. Enough that all I wanted to do was curl up in a ball and wait for "this too shall pass"......Enough pain that when I tried to blog I couldn't focus or concentrate so I didn't.

Today I am happy to announce that things are much much better.

This past weekend my parents came to visit. They came for Levi's baptism and stayed with us for a couple of days. After the baptism Dad and Mom wanted to change out of their Sunday clothes into more casual wear. We all did! So we all ran and changed. Everyone was sitting in the family room talking when Dad came in all frustrated still in his church clothes. He asked me if I knew of a good place to go and buy some jeans and then he looked at my mom and told her......she'd packed her jeans for him. Mom started to laugh and asked if Dad was sure. Dad said he'd held them up and they were most definitely moms! He needed some jeans.

I jumped up with new found energy and told Dad, "Let's go shopping!!!!" Dad, Mom, and I loaded up in Dad's truck and off we went to my Dad's most favorite place in the entire world........the mall. As we were walking up to the front doors Mom and I realized we'd lost Dad a few paces back. We looked back and he was standing on the sidewalk with a puzzled look on his face.



He started to chuckle and asked my mom, "Bette! Are you wearing my jeans?" Mom got all in a huff and told him of course not! She was NOT wearing his Levis. I looked at my Mom's butt and asked her if she owned a pair of Levis. No, she didn't!! I informed her barely able to control my laughter (okay, I didn't, I howled) that she was indeed wearing Dad's Levis.

Through tears of laughter Dad said that he didn't need to buy some new jeans after all!



On the way home, with a very grave voice Dad told me that I must swear by my own blood that I would never NEVER let the family know who really wears the pants.

Naturally........I can't believe he felt he had to make me promise!