don't PANIC.

happy monday tuesday, y'all!

(i totally started this post yesterday and then punked. oops.)

hope your weekends were off the chain (does that make me sound cool?!), pretty girls ... 'cause mine was fan-freaking-tastic.

i kicked it off by being ridiculously early to work on friday morning. i even took a picture of the clock when i got in my car because i knew nobody would believe me! i showed it around school all day like some kind of trophy.

(and so you know, i was early every single day last week. and i managed to stop at sonic every single day last week. i also freaked out everybody i work with every single day last week. apparently my being fashionably late is something to be counted on much like the sun rising in the east and setting in the west and every season of real housewives becoming more trashy than the last. one of my good buddies {hi, s!} even said she wasn't sure we could be friends anymore now that we didn't have anything in common. ha!)


yes, y'all. that would be the time in the a.m. thankyouverymuch.

in the interest of full disclosure, i feel like i should tell you that my random-onset punctuality wasn't my only claim to fame at school last week.

as i was trying to do a good deed and give our too-awesome-for-words receptionist a break to freshen up her coffee and have a few minutes away from her desk, i managed to strike fear and panic in the hearts of the entire office staff while trying to unlock the front door for a parent.

(the button that opens the door is mounted under the desk ... totally fancy!)

being the common-sense-challenged lefty that i am, i naturally dominate to the left side of things - so when i looked under the desktop and saw a button on the left, i (very wrongly) assumed it was for the door.

it never occurred to me to look at the other side to see there was a second button and then ponder which one was which.

i smiled my biggest, trust-me-i'm-a-pro-at-this smile and waved at the mom to come in while i pressed the button.

except nothing happened.

i laid on the button for several seconds before letting go --- and still nothing.

hmmm.

i got up and went to open the door, laughing all the way about the silly thing not opening. i had no sooner popped open the door when a handful of very agitated-looking co-workers burst through the office door into the foyer looking very, well, panicked.

everyone started talking at the same time wanting to know if we were okay and what the emergency was. one friend {hi, d!} was even coming out of her jacket and earrings, getting ready to save the day.

say wha?!

by this time, all the blood had drained from my face (but i was still cherry red .. ha!), and big, salty, embarrassed tears were starting to form. the poor mom was totally shell-shocked and barely managed a nervous laugh in my direction.

as i'm sure you've already figured out, the button i chose (and held for several very long seconds) was very clearly not the door lock - it was instead the silent panic alarm installed to allow the person at the desk to call for help if a dangerous situation were ever to arise.

i left the area in tears and was mortified for the rest of the day - i called the front office at least a handful of times to make sure they weren't mad at me. i'm pretty sure the only thing that could have made it worse was if the police had shown up.

y'all.

i hit the door as soon as the clock ticked down that afternoon and prayed to all that was good and holy that my infamy would die out before the next day.

ummm, yah. right.

i walked in bright and early the next morning to find this little beauty taped to my box ....

and this one was taped to the FRONT DESK for all to see.

i later found a third installment taped to the filing cabinet in the front office. i rounded up the first two pretty quickly, and from what i hear, the last one made its appearance after that.

the culprit was our beloved coach {hi, t!} ... he was so proud of himself. ha!

i'm pretty sure there's still at least one panic button roaming around somewhere on campus ... and crazy as it sounds, the whole thing has made me feel so included. they wouldn't possibly harass me so mercilessly if they didn't love me, right?!

these last few photos aren't anything too particularly special ... just a few glimpses into my sweet sunday afternoon.


any guesses, y'all? (if you know me at all, it'll be a cinch.)


i love all things leopard print ... except for my ride. the poor 4runner was in pretty terrible shape - nothing like a drive through the car wash with the music so loud it vibrates the windows!


and then there's my dirty little secret.

i may or may not have slipped these babies in the house without volunteering from whence they originated.

a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do (to protect her many addictions).

love & stay tuned tomorrow for my reaction to coach and his bevvy of panic buttons,