Redneck Blue Moon

Last night Sam and I got to go out on a date.Nothing to fancy, nice restaurant with good food, walk along Halifax's water front and of course we ended at the "Second Cup" for coffee. Thats were Sam gave me my Mother's day gift early, a pretty pink copper turquoise ring under a big blue full moon.




To protect MR UNDIES identity we did not take a picture of his face but you need to note he was also sporting a very large bushy beard and a truckers hat to complete the look. He appeared to be only about 20 years old and already he look like one of Sam's crazy redneck drunken uncles.

This my friend is the reason why low rise jeans should be made illegal.

OK I know I am know goddess of fashion and should never make fun of what anyone wears but I do make sure that my butt is fully covered. All my rolls in their glory maybe stuffed under something bright pink and flashing but you will never see my undies...ever.

Doesn't he feel the breeze? Not once did he stand up to yank up his pants. And this has been the style for how long? Guys have been wearing their pants down around their knees for years now. Even the very comfy and particle Crocs shoes did not stay in style that long.

For many years I worked security and my favorite use to be guys that would come in and shoplift wearing these baggy pants. They would attempt to run down the mall trying to hold their pants up, most of the time they couldn't hold onto them and they would trip and fall flat on their face.Made my job that much easier. You think if they were going into the mall to steal stuff they might want to wear track pants and shoes that they tie up. Apparently untied shoes that are too big are also a fashion statement. I am beginning to think that the real fashion statement is falling flat on your face.Then I stand corrected, I am the queen of fashion because I do tripping and falling very well.

SO apparently we have a peeping Tom in the neighborhood...again.So I now have no excuse not to finish the new curtains I have been avoiding for the past 2 months.My sewing machine and I have a love hate relationship. I think it is trying to kill me, that is if the toaster oven doesn't get me first. I come from a family of electricians so one would think I would know how to safely handle things , but I rather play in traffic than plug in my kettle.