Why I flew a black flag outside my house this weekend.
Well, last weekend was fairly uneventful, except that I did manage to get through the first stage of closing out the preliminary round of the Hot Prospects Contest. Woo Hoo! And a huge congratulations to all of the finalists and good luck in the final round of judging…hope you all get requests for fulls.
Now, since I didn’t really have anything exciting to blog about last week, I do have a cute tale for you about a near-miss incident that occurred on Saturday.
I had received a call from my aunt and an e-mail from our own Cassie Ryan and decided to kill two birds with one stone and hit my aunt’s yard sale on the way to Cassie’s book signing. And if the day worked out the way I hoped it would, I could kill a third bird with a working lunch.
So I grabbed a canvas bag that I got at the Heather Graham conference back in September and stuffed my laptop into it, fastened the snaps, and off I went. I had some ideas perking in my brain for the modern day fairy tale I’m writing and I was excited and distracted as I worked through them in my head.
Out the door I went with the black bag slung over my shoulder and fairy godmothers floating through my brain. My truck was parked in the driveway instead of the garage because I’d just come back from breakfast a short time before. So I crossed the front yard and rounded the front of the truck, hitting the button to unlock the door just as my neighbor hollered, “Good Afternoon,” over the fence while loading tack into his horse trailer. I replied, “Hey,” and pulled the truck door open. As I gently swung the bag off my shoulder and onto the back seat of the truck, I caught something out of the corner of my eye that was fluttering in the wind but attached to the bag. It was black, just like the bag, so I assumed maybe there was a strap or some flap that I hadn’t secured properly. I should have known better…after all, this is my life we’re talking about.
When I turned the bag over to see what it was, I found that something was actually stuck to the Velcro tabs on the bottom of the bag…something black just like the canvas bag, but soft and silky. So I worked it loose and stepped back as I held it up to the light to see what it was. Yep…my favorite black panties had just been flapping off the bottom of the bag like a flag in the wind as I crossed the front yard and said hello to the neighbor.
At this point, I turned and found him watching me with a smile on his face. Fortunately, his wife has him well trained and all he said was, “I’m not gonna ask,” as he turned and continued loading tack. I thought about stuffing the panties into my purse and continuing on, but decided that would just be tempting fate…remember the incident with the panties in the bar? No? Well, that’s another blog…search on “pantyline” and I think you’ll find it. Anyway, I hauled my little black panties (my story, I get to tell it my way) back into the house and safely stowed them in the hamper where they couldn’t re-attach themselves to any belts, straps, pant legs, or Velcro fasteners and make me the talk of the town as I worked my way through the day.
That’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it. Hold on tight now, ‘cuz we’re gonna go real, real fast.
Love ya,
Kayce
