Before Being Given A Rice Cooker I'd Use...
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Well! I finally did it!!!!
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I always said I would never do it.....I have seen others do it.....I'm sure some of you have done it. In fact I think it was MrsO......sorry if I'm wrong there.....but I couldn't see how I would be so careless......until I was in a bar with my cousin last week.
Why was it the busy, well lit bar where it happened? I know how though.
I usually wear trousers.....tight "perky bum" jeans or long, very wide, flowing, hide a multitude of bumps and wobbly bits trousers. Go to the loo and haul up the trousers.....no problem. Wear a skirt for once....haul up the knickers and forget to check the skirt. The long, lined, lots of fabric skirt.....enough fabric to share between my legs at the front and the inside of my knickers at the back.
I walked through the bar with a rear end that must have looked like a hippopotamus with haemorrhoids.
It's the moment you smooth the skirt under the bottom before sitting down that makes the blood run cold....No skirt!.... Just lumpy knickers and bare legs. :-(
And lots of smiling faces looking your way.
Still, it was only marginally more annoying than the incident the previous day with the lock and the screw........Later for that tale. :-) xx
Why was it the busy, well lit bar where it happened? I know how though.
I usually wear trousers.....tight "perky bum" jeans or long, very wide, flowing, hide a multitude of bumps and wobbly bits trousers. Go to the loo and haul up the trousers.....no problem. Wear a skirt for once....haul up the knickers and forget to check the skirt. The long, lined, lots of fabric skirt.....enough fabric to share between my legs at the front and the inside of my knickers at the back.
I walked through the bar with a rear end that must have looked like a hippopotamus with haemorrhoids.
It's the moment you smooth the skirt under the bottom before sitting down that makes the blood run cold....No skirt!.... Just lumpy knickers and bare legs. :-(
And lots of smiling faces looking your way.
Still, it was only marginally more annoying than the incident the previous day with the lock and the screw........Later for that tale. :-) xx
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DT. Bottle open and well down so tears can flow and sod it. Do you know that if you were in the Hotel as a child we may have crossed paths. My uncle was the golf pro there and I spent much of my time in the little hexagonal gate house where they lived. As you went from Sneem to Waterville you will have passed within feet of my front door five miles west of Sneem.
I was the red head who sat on the ditch by the church blowing kisses at dishy visiting lads but alas you were probably too young for me. x
I was the red head who sat on the ditch by the church blowing kisses at dishy visiting lads but alas you were probably too young for me. x
gness, you're not alone - I went to the loo at the railway station, then proceeded to go and buy my ticket with the back of my skirt tucked in my drawers. Thank you, kind lady, who tapped me on the shoulder....
The other alternative, of course, is to forget the flowingness and lengthiness of your skirt, and drop it down the toilet while you wee... that's worse, you have to live with that one :-(
The other alternative, of course, is to forget the flowingness and lengthiness of your skirt, and drop it down the toilet while you wee... that's worse, you have to live with that one :-(
You should wear a kilt. You'd notice if 15lbs of material at your back hadn't settled.
Apropos of serving at Mass, in my time as an altar boy we had an Irish priest on a Mission who lobbed the vessels at you, sparking off a juggling frenzy, made all the more ridiculous by the Mutt and Jeff appearance of me and my rather shorter cohort.
Apropos of serving at Mass, in my time as an altar boy we had an Irish priest on a Mission who lobbed the vessels at you, sparking off a juggling frenzy, made all the more ridiculous by the Mutt and Jeff appearance of me and my rather shorter cohort.
