ObsessedSo...I'm reading the Ted Dekker Book Obsessed (As you could maybe conclude from the title) and i was reading today and i came across this hilarious part that made me just roll with laughter from the mental picture that came to mind. And like the sharing person i am...i thought maybe more than just i could derive some sort of enjoyment out of this small portion of this book. (Btw, read the whole thing! It is sooo good!! Ted Dekker in general is good!!). Slgiht background...Stephen is trying to get into the apartment building that his mother used to own, which is now owned my a german man who has no intention of letting him in. And despite failed attempts to get in before he is now going to dress up as a women city inspector. He is currently in an older lady's house "bowrrowing" some of her clothing. (Background in an EXTREMELY brief nutshell) "Stephen hauled his bundle into the bathroom and plopped it down on the floor. Flared line-green polyester pants, matching suit jacket, lavender shirt with paisleys, white pantyhose or nylons (he wasn't sure what this particular variety was called), white gloves, and the crowning element of this disguise - the reason Marjoire had been a brilliant selection - a blond wig. He dropped his pants and pulled on one leg of the nylons. Tight, but they were supposed to be tight. The hair on his legs was still visible, but the pants would take care of that. He stood and hopped into the second leg. This particular method of donning nylons proved to be less brilliant than he'd planned. He had his leg halfway in before it occurred to him that things were going wrong. He started to fall foward, hopped once, tried to free his leg, and succeeded only in catipulting himself headlong toward the wall. After betraying him so boldly, his masculine prowess came to his aid. He performed a duck/roll/flip and hit the wall with his back instead of his head. The whole house shook with the impact. A shelf full of knick-knacks slipped off the wall and crashed over his head before he could get his arms up to protect himself. Stephen lay on the floor, one leg still half-caught in the nylons, and took quick stock of the situation. Silence. No one banging on the door, demanding to know who was in there trying to get into a pair of pantyhose. A broken plate lay in pieces a foot from his head - not unheard of with all the earthquakes that rolled through these parts. All in all, he'd averted any real setbacks. Stephen rolled to his back and tugged on the second leg of the nylons. He felt as if he was being strangled from the ankles up. Why women quietly suffered in these contraptions, he couldn't imagine. The rest of the outfit slid on with ease - lime-green pants, lavender paisley shirt, lime-green jacket. His own shoes. No need for a bra, not with the jacket. See, that was smart too; judging by his battle with the pantyhose, he might very well have hung himself trying to don a bra. Stephen slipped his shoes back on and stood in front of a full-length mirror." Haha....oh man, that just made me laugh...haha...poor guy. Anyway...hopefully that gives someone the kind of humor of the day that it did me! Hehe...welp im off to read more about porr stephen and his plight. **ME** | 
(best thing i've done in a loong time!!)...
(and might i add that i kicked bum!! Yea...didn't stall once! I'm just a natural! hehe)!!!! 
I know...im a great procrastinater! Catch ya later!
