Remember that American Idol ditty from a season or two ago? Heck yes. Older guy rocking out to a self written tune about young men with their lowrider, boxer clad booties hanging out. It’s on you tube if you need a reminder. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BkeAzqhlkNk&feature=youtube_gdata_player
Anywho, the other night as I was cooking dinner with my pants around my ankles this song came to mind. Was I trying to spice things up for my husband? No. Was it hot? Not so much. It’s called stretched out elastic waistband and grabby 11 month old who will pull up on anything. What was even better (NOT) was that I had decided to make chicken fingers and was in the process of the flour, egg, bread crumb assembly line. Fingers caked in raw chicken, egg, and goop were not exactly fit for pulling up pants. Did I mention that the babe is teething and must put his mouth on everything? So he was licking/biting/feasting on my legs after the depancing. Awesome.
Anyone else cooked with her pants down?