Wednesday, October 15

"Heather, who's pants are these?"

Yesterday, Raul (holding a pair of shorts), asked, "Heather, who's shorts are these cause they're not mine?" Now I had no clue who's shorts they were. But I played cool-cat and gave Raul the typical cool-cat response, "Well how am I suppose to know??" When Raul went back to our room, I called my bro, suspecting they were his. They were. The moral? Even if something smells "guilty" & looks "guilty," doesn't mean "guilty", if you're livin' your life right.

4 Comments Here:

Pris said...

Good point! Nothing better than a guilt-free conscience.

Leebird said...

Even if you had a fella over...I certainly hope he wouldn't have gone home without his pants!!

Guys and girls from our youth group are over here constantly going swimming and the like...so half the laundry I do doesn't belong to any of my family! My husband would suspicious all the day long!

I noticed your blog name in another blog's comments...I really like the idea of leadHERship. Hope to see you around, Lee

ann marie said...

cool-cat LOL you're so funny. good point heath...when you live your life right there is nothing to be guilt of.

Anonymous said...

Hey those are mine...and they have made it on the blog of blogs..Thanks sister for locating my favorite fitting shorts....J