Why did no one tell me???

Little did I know at the time of the mortifying experience that befell me earlier this week...until.... Yes, this past week I caught Gus running around the house with my yoga pants. After a quick once-over, I assumed no damage was done. The next day I slipped on the pants for a quick gym run, which included intensive stretching on the mat in the middle of 24-Hour Fitness. I noticed two little holes in the upper thigh of the pants. A little irritated, but still wearable, I vowed to patch them later and continued on my course. I patched the holes a few days later and slipped them on again for another trip to the gym. While checking to make sure my granny-pantie lines weren't visible in the pants, I noticed.... YES! A VERY LARGE HOLE RIGHT ON MY BUTT! And I do mean large. I can absolutely never show my face again at that same time and day at the gym.

"Don't you ever imagine things differently from what they are?"..."No."...."Oh Marilla, how much you miss."

I can't help but wonder what life would be like living in a different time period. Since I seem to find myself with more down time than usual this weekend (which I shouldn't have since midterms are next week), I have taken it upon myself to watch all four movies in the Anne of Green Gables series (a little downtime would be an understatement). In case anybody is interested, I made a tremendous discovery the other night at Costco when I happened upon the series on DVD! Not only do I wish I could live life in their days when transportation was by horse carriage, woman wore flowing dresses with puffed sleeves that were larger than their heads (if you can picture Anne looking ridiculous at the Christmas ball, you'll know what I'm talking about), they could get away with major fly-aways and still look great, and their biggest worry was how to be mean enough to a boy that has a crush on you. I also wish my vocabulary paralleled Anne's with words like "excruciatingly" and encouraging phrases such as, "tomorrow is a fresh day with no mistakes" or, "my life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes. That's a sentence I read once and I say it over to comfort myself in these times that try the soul". However, the best part of the movie is when Gus sees the horses trotting across and starts barking.

Date night!




I think Gus got bored of the movie: