Daddy, these rubber pants are hot.

Man, I've said it once, and I'll say it again: I hate when stuff you don't want to happen happens. I got back from my lunch break around 12:45, and as I was getting out of my car, my purse strap caught onto the glass of water I had sitting in the cupholder, and the water spilled all over my seat. I hadn't completely stood up yet, so I got water all over my be-hind. Oh man. That is frustration. I wouldn't have cared so much if I were at home, but since I was about to go in to my place of employment, it was a bit frustrating. So I wrapped my sweatshirt around my waist. My pants are still wet, but should be dry before too long. Just wanted to share that with you.

Side story: I just go an email from my sister and she said that she was looking for purses at Bealls the other day and she really liked this one because her phone fit perfectly into this little side holder. She got home and realized she didn't have her cell phone with her-- and later concluded she had left it in one of the purses at the store. She ended up calling Bealls and one of the employees there looked through the purses and found her phone. Ha. Well, the point of this story is this: It's time like these that I realize most how alike my sister and I are. I have never done this exact thing, but I have left my wallet lying on top of a big pile of folded shirts at a department store... and in a dressing room... and in a bathroom(s)... and on top of my car (as I proceeded to drive through a car wash.)