Yesterday morning, I woke up- quite begrudgingly, as this gentleman convinced me to spend my Wednesday evening pouring pinot grigio into my body.
There was too much blood in my alcohol stream, anyway.
I’m exhausted and hungover and blurry eyed as I stumble over to (one of) my closets, and attempt the Picking of the Outfit that must commence in order for one to go to work.
Yanno, and not cause a scene, what with the whole nudity thing, and all. (Communists.)
So I see a lovely brightly colored skirt tucked away in a corner, one I haven’t worn yet this summer. Fab, right? Maybe the myriad of colors will help to camouflage the vile pallor of my skin.
Okay, on to Step 2: SHIRT. This is more troublesome, as some consideration must now be made in order to confirm that the chosen shirt MATCHES said skirt.
This is science, people. Difficult stuff. I’m like Bill Nye (with better hair) up in here. Don’t you feel smarter already, just reading my blog?
(Don’t answer that.)
Suddenly, a lovely little Carolina blue number catches my eye. PERFECTION. I pull it on and glance at the mirror for the requisite once-over.
Hmm. There appears to be a teeny, tiny, almost not noticeable hole… right below my left boob.
The way I see it, I had three choices…
1. Attempt to find new shirt, as clearly wearing ONE WITH A HOLE IN IT would not be considered putting one’s best foot forward at the office. Risks involved: possibly having to change the whole outfit. (Guys, just trust me on this. Ladies, you know.)
2. Bust out my handy dandy sewing kit Mama sent me off to college with that has somehow made its way through the years with me, probably because it’s in my tool kit that Pops sent me off to college with and I would never move without the duct tape… and spend all of the two minutes it would take to stitch that bad boy up.
Or…
3. Lie to myself, pretend it doesn’t matter, I don’t get paid enough to care and frankly, maybe a little draft would feel nice at my desk, yanno? And head off to work just like that.
Duh. If you’ve read three sentences of any other post of mine, you know I went with numero tres.
Later that morning, all is going well at the office, (read: it’s slow enough that I can slowly nurse away my hangover with coffee and unlike yesterday, there is a bathroom within 20 paces at all times). I am slightly insane and so decide the best way to feel better is to go sweat it out, and head down to the office gym at lunch.
I know, I know. That even makes me hate MYSELF. But it happened.
So I take a shower afterwards and go to get dressed. I pull my Carolina blue shirt over my head and…
RRRRRRRRRRRIP.
Of course. The hole that was hardly noticeable is now the size of a quarter… directly on the cleft of my boob.
And I am wearing a nude-colored bra.
Life… you are hard. So very, very hard sometimes.
I spent the rest of the day alternating between looking very arms-crossed-over-chest angry, and doing that awkward holding-one-arm-while-it-dangles move that 14 year old boys have been perfecting at school dances for generations now.
It was intense.
Moral of the story?
Save everybody some time and go to work naked.
Forget Casual Friday… let’s just skip to Pantsless Friday!
God, I am such an innovator.
Happy weekend, twerps!
Edit: Okay, okay! Picture was demanded, so I just threw the shirt on over my PJs. (Yes, I am at home today… don’t hate!) (Suckas!)
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HA! that is funny. I have a dress like that where the hole is right below my left boob and quite noticable. But I still wear it to work. But I cut hair, so I wear one of those super fashionable black aprons. It hides everything.
Oooo, good idea! I wonder if anyone would notice/care if I wore an apron at work…
No pictures for posterity? I’m surprised.
That wouldn’t be for posterity…
It would only happen to you, Lilu! Happy weekend!
Sigh… I know. You too!
*smh* That’s what you get for going to the gym!!!
Karma… she is a bitch.
haha! That really sucks, love. It really does suck balls to be women sometimes huh? Have a wonderful weekend!
It could have been worse, I suppose, and had to do with Aunt Flo… but then it’d be a TMI Thursday
Did gym help hangover?
I am ‘working’ from home today, which means I can bypass any worries about matching clothes, looking fat, or holes in my outfits…. I AM STILL WEARING MY PJS and it’s nearly 3pm (either GMT or I am in the future. Take your pick). Sadly it’s not too good for productivity… but I took a nap at lunch… oh yeah.
Happy weekend!
The gym helped me feel less GUILTY about the hangover… that counts, right?
I’ve totally worn the holey clothes before… as well as the coffee stained blouse and the “slight tear in the crotch of my slacks” slacks. No one else knows. Gotta make that wardrobe work for a living!
Seriously. Since I quit bartending I’ve really been noticing how expensive clothes actually are… the main reason I’m on a diet is so I don’t have to buy new ones. Sad but kinda true…
Okay, so…I was in Florida and my computer had crashed when you changed your blog over and seriously JUST updated it in my reader so I missed aboooouuuuttt 8923483437428 posts. Oops!
But I am here now!
On to the subject at hand, I would have worn the shirt anyway, too. We all need to live a little! I was wearing my favorite black pants to work one day. They fit just right, but I think there was a small hole in somewhere in the crotch region. Didn’t matter, though, because I was wearing an apron (I was a floral assistant…that wasn’t allowed to take care of plants, but that’s an entirely different story). Well, I bent down and the next thing I hear is that RRRIIIIIIPPPPPP sound that you talked about. My pants split COMPLETELY down the middle!
I think I was more sad than embarrassed, though. No one had known that my pants ripped, even though my boss was standing right next to me. I just untucked my shirt and waddled around like a duck until it was time for my break. Good times!
I missed you!
And YES… you totally win. That is so much worse. I’ve had pants mishaps, which is why I now keep an extra skirt at work. Guess I should bring a shirt, too… sigh.
I’m pretty sure I’ve done something similar before!
Why do we do these things to ourselves??
A ripped shirt is a billion times better than, say, having the seam that runs up the crack of your ass on your jeans rip as you sit down, making a sound like the worlds biggest fart.
Oh yeah. I feel your pain.
Ha! At least mine wasn’t audible embarrassment…
I can’t believe you turned one statement (I ripped a new one in my shirt) into a whole long post, yet didn’t offer any pictures of said offense. You’re so fired.
Okay, okay! I’ll go put the shirt on and take a pic… sheesh…
Ha ha, can’t be the first time surely won’t be the last time. Happy Friday Jerk!
I know. Honestly I’m lucky it wasn’t worse. Happy Friday!
The good doctor had to go get me some scrubs from up in surgery one time.
Due to Aunt Flo.
No kidding.
TMI. Love it.
I would have worn the top too. I’d like to say I wouldn’t…but I am who I am.
Sucks about it ripping…but then again when you really think about it..OF COURSE its going to happen. Right? It just wouldn’t be life if it didn’t. Except for those perfect pretty people but they suck and are no fun anyways!
Perfect pretty people are so very, very boring.
“twerps” now that’s a pet name i can live with! i will say i once showed my ass, quite literally to a whole narcotics team (i.e. manly men) b/c my freakin skirt decided to start tear the whole way up w/out me knowing it. now imagine knocking on a door (pounding on the door) to go investigate a home and having a team behind you staring at your ass.
yup, crazy social worker lady. that’s me. nice to meet you.
Ahahaha! Did you have to work with them again?? Too funny!
This is exactly why Fridays should be given off during the summer.
I’ll find any reason to weasel out a vacation.
I may or may not be sitting on my couch right now…
Reminds me of the time my zipper broke, spent the rest of the day shuffling around trying to disguise it. Also reminds me of the time a colleague went to the gym, and when he was in the shower someone ran off with ALL OF HIS CLOTHES. So he had to come back to work in his sweaty gym clothes. And it ALSO reminds me of the time when a colleague accidently locked another colleague’s work shoes in his locker, so this other chap had to run to the shops because he had a business meeting that required him to not be wearing his gym shoes with his suit.
Damn. I kind of want to work with you.
Im seriously all about public nudity. I guess I am ,whats the word for that?? is it exhibitionist?
Im not sure.
Half the reason I am so excited to go on vacation is for the nude beaches. There is NOTHING like wave surfing buck nekkid.
I still wear this one shirt that has a hole near the bottom of it and a hold near the armpit- but your hole takes them all….
wait a minute…
I’m not going to say it. I’m not going to… oh, who am I kidding.
TWSS!!!!
I saw this coming a mile away…why? Because it TOTALLY would have happened to me…
Honestly, that makes me feel better. It seems like this crap is ALWAYS happening. And I’m sure it has NOTHING to do with the choices I make…
That is similar to what might happen to me. I am wearing a blouse that is missing the top but and the second one is about to pop off. Amazing since my boobs really don’t have button popping abilities. Thank god I don’t have any interviews today.
Though, if you did, you’d probably get the job…
Hole in your shirt? That’s hot.
This is why when I had an office, I always had a suit, tie, belt and dress shirt hanging on the back of my door. Never know on a bad coffee mishap or coming in casual and finding out I had to meet a board member when jeans and my “MD Alumni Association” sweatshirt just won’t cut it. Now as a consultant, that crap is in the back of my car at all times.
If only I had a car…
Don’t make LiLu angry, you wouldn’t like her when she’s angry*
*Incredible Hulk reference – ripping shirt because of good workout
Ha! Give me a couple months… still easing into this whole “working out” thing…
Pantsless Friday is clearly the next evolution of Free Ball Friday.
Which, of course, followed after “One Ball Friday”- where you just kinda let one hang out the fly.
At least the hole wasn’t at your crotch.
But that would have been easier to hide. Decisions, decisions…
From one Masshole to another:
Life’s tough. Get a fucking helmet.
– Dennis Leary
*ps – if you’re wearing a helmet at work people probably won’t notice the hole
*pps – using your mom’s sewing kit would have, like, actually taken effort and time. Using your dad’s duct tape, BAM, Done. Out the door!
Seriously, HOW did I not think of that? I could have just stuck some on the underside…
I would have lost all respect for you if you hadn’t chosen option 3.
You know what? I would have too.
Serves you right going to the office gym at lunch…haven’t you ever heard of the hangover remedy ‘the hair of the dog that bit you’? Maybe it should have been a drinking lunch instead…you know, because then you wouldn’t care about the hole.
And no pictures? I finally get around to stopping by to catch up, and you have no pictures of the offending shirt? I expected better from you… 
Sorry I’ve been a sucky commenter lately – I’ve been reading off-and-on, but not commenting. Of course after this comment you will probably wish that I didn’t comment today, either. (evil grin!)
HA! Never would I wish you didn’t stop by, my dear. I just posted a pic, just for you. <3
That stinks! Next time you could try sticking a post-it to make it look like a pocket? Or a heart?
Or stapling from the inside…like when my hubs ripped his pants at work…he had a big lunch.
LOVE the post-it idea… I am so filing that away…
Hello? Picture?? Where is it!
Okay, okay! Posted!
I’m all about pantsless Friday. Also, I had something similar happen once – except it was a skirt that split up a seam in the back and I was wearing a thong. I didn’t budge from my desk for the rest of the day.
Thongs: so great at hiding panty lines… so bad when you’re not wearing pants.
I had a similar experience involving a huge hole in the thigh of my pants, extending finally to my actual crotch. Have I mentioned I teach 8th grade, so I’m up and down and on display all freaking day and basically almost gave all my kids a shot of my goods? Oh, and that I may or may not have been wearing underwear?
It was a fucking awesome day.
Well, at least the boys would be paying attention…
I actually did that once too but since I don’t work out mine didn’t rip any larger by the end of the day. So I think the moral of the story is to never bother working out b/c then the hole would never have gotten bigger!
I know. WTF was I thinking? It totally serves me right.
At least it wasn’t a whole in the crotch when you were going commando.
I’m not big on commando. The swass becomes too much to deal with…
I’ve done that before (the whole wear it anyway and act like you dont care) except it was a pair of stretch denim jeans and the little tiny hole was near my back pocket. Well by the end of the day I was wearing a sweater someone left at the salon around my waist. Why? Because said jeans obviously don’t quite stretch enough. However to make matters worse the lady came back looking for her sweater. She never noticed I was wearing it around my waist lol. I would’ve had to fight her that day.
Oh my lord… hahaha what if she had noticed?? What the hell do you say when you notice someone’s stolen your sweater… so random!
Boobies!
Such a guy, you are.
I’m with you I would have worn the shirt…
This is why I love you.
That looks a little pale to be Carolina Blue.
And, while I’m sure you’re the expert and all, I do see that shade every day, which is the only reason why I question it is all.
That and to let you know I still heart you and your blog despite my blogroll being a douchebag about it.
Haha- no, you’re right, it is a little pale. Don’t tell anyone…
And re: the blogroll, I know, SO annoying. I think you have to take me off and put me back on to get it to work again. Blah. Sorry!!!
OMG!! I’ve done the same thing!!! Not the whole going to the gym and rippin the hole wider thing but the going to work with a hole in my shirt thing and trying to cleverly hide it with my arms and notebooks and folders and whatnot. lol
The things we girls go through.
We are saints, for reals.
I’m sure all the dudes at your office appreciated the boob hole…
Maybe my BOOB appreciated the DUDES. Think about that…
Seriously Lilu, I think that’s sexy. And who wants to change the entire outfit when the look is already oh-so-killer? Maybe you should rip the other side too :p
See, this is why I leave the “fashion” to others… I never would have thought of that.
I am aware of the pinot grigio morning after. It kind of feels like your brain is slightly dislodged from your skull. About the shirt – yeah. I’d be one of those girls who selected an entirely new outfit, after I spent an hour looking for my keys. Only to arrive to work 2 hours late. Mess. I am.
I think I’ve already trained my work to think that “hot mess” is “average” for me… so I’m good.
That freakin’ sucks. I somehow knew it was going to end up like that though. I could feel it coming.
You know me too well…
Don’t blame me, I think it’s all Nancy’s fault.
Whatever. She cheated on me with Debbie.
well obviously that was the only choice. a new shirt obvs would have meant a new outfit, and no one should try to use needles before they’ve had coffee. there was nothing you could have done about it.
This is why I love you. Your mad justification skills.
Oh dude, I’m totally with you. I think we should just be pantless everyday.
Give me a gold star for today, then.
You’re totally fashion blogging again. LOVE IT.
Haha! It’s a stretch, but I’ll take it…
lmao! priceless!!
I am so special…
Ohhh my, you always amuse me and throw in a good Bill Nye reference to boot. Kudos. I have been known to do the same thing, actually. I once bought this amazing skirt at a sample sale for about $5 and later realized there was a tear in the back.
I wasn’t going to waste it, so I just wore it and if anyone noticed, I lied and told them I’d snagged it on a fence on my way out of my apartment. Worked like a charm. I highly recommend it. Just imagine the creative excuses…
Sigh. I would have… but I actually did that with a DIFFERENT shirt last week. I really didn’t know there was a hole that time, though…
I was really impressed there for a second when I thought you had taken the time in the morning to sew a hole in your shirt, but I’m relieved to find that you didn’t. I mean, who does that?
Oh, and I saw Bill Nye at a mall in Seattle once. He had a hot woman hanging off of him. I have to mention that every time it seems remotely appropriate and there are so few opportunities!
I would tell EVERYONE. I can’t believe he pulled a hottie!
Life lessons are so much FUN!
Wheeeeee!
I would have changed my outfit, but before I’d even gotten to option number three here I was thinking “OMFG, she’s going to wear the shirt”. I was right.
You clearly haven’t been that hungover…
Completely agree…pantless Fridays. Wait, with all the time off you get, I think you have pantless Fridays. Lucky biatch!
Me, my couch, and the glass of wine in my hand all wholeheartedly agree with you.
haha, the best advice ever!
Duh!
1) I drank too much Pinot last night. Like, I am a walking bottle of Pinot. Right now.
2) I would have done the exact same thing. Especially considering the fact that I was still drunk and like WHATEVER JUST GET ON MY BODY ALREADY to my clothes this morning.
They seem to respond better when I yell at them, and struggle a little. Just sayin’.
One word: Stapler.
I have a total of 8 staples holding together my outfit at this very moment. Mostly to hem my pant legs, but it works for holes too.
Oh, pant hems are totally fair game. No one’s looking down there anyway. If it was that, I probably would hvae gone for the duct tape…
HA! Reminds me of this little beauty:
http://www.hulu.com/watch/19682/saturday-night-live-digital-short-the-best-look-in-the-world
Oh, Hulu. You can rot my brain forever.
I do this with stained shirts ALL the time. I convince myself that no one will notice because I’m just too lazy to find something else. And then what happens? *I* notice the stain all damn day, and it drives me insane. To the point that I just want to rip the friggin’ shirt off my back.
Clothes are stupid, I say! Stupid!!!
Happy weekend, lovely lady.
I know! I do that too… and probably, no one else notices at all, but it drives me CRAZY. The best was a couple weeks ago when I noticed my shirt was borderline see through… and I was wearing a HOT PINK bra. FAIL.
Hahaha! Sorry man. I’ve done similar things many times. One day, at an office meeting, my pants button came off so I binder-clipped my pants, which were on the large side for me. I must’ve clipped them tight because I got up to get coffee and when I sat back down the clip pinged right off my waist, flew across the table and hit an accountant right on the head. He didn’t see where it came from so I pretended like nothing happened but man, it was mortifying.
:)
Omg… that story just MADE MY DAY, for reals. If only we had it on youtube…
lol I’ve totally done that before too…don’t feel bad!
Glad I’m not alone
OH MAN!
Hope you have a good weekend.. with no holes..
=)
Well. Maybe one…
What??
That’s not as bad as I thought it would be. But really, this could only happen to you. Because only you would go to the gym in the middle of the workday to sweat off a hangover.
I know. I am so very, very special.
That’s what you get for trying to be Superwoman going to the gym after nursing a hangover. You shoulda stopped while you were ahead….ll
I know. Where do I get off, thinking I’m super??
I can totally picture you standing there like a 14 year old boy. HOT.
In other news, have a fantastic weekend!
I do “gangly and awkward” with the best of them. Happy weekend, love!
Somehow, “cleft of my boob” became a very erotic phrase. You know, I’m kinda surprised the post didn’t turn into “and there was all these guys staring at the tiny hole in my shirt, trying to find some underboob.” Cause that’s what guys do. True story.
My office is INCREDIBLY PC… but who knows?
I totally agree with whoever said to staple ur shirt. Or you can use clear tape. Or duct tape. But I feel like duct tape mite be too noticeable. Altho you can always tell them, that duct taping your shirt is the new style..and they should all start doing it too.
That might actually work, as I am the youngest and therefore “hippest” person…
If I tell you that hole isn’t THAT big and if I had that shirt on it wouldn’t be THAT big of a deal to me….. what would that say about me? LOL WAIT don’t answer that.
We are two peas in a pod, my dear…
Lesson learned. I would’ve done the same thing though, especially if I was hungover.
I know, right? Changing of the clothes was simply not an option I had the energy for. Sigh.
“Too much blood in my alcohol stream.” Stealing that and using it in as many conversations as possible every weekend (or weekday).
Also, I found somewhere for you to work…Naked Fridays would make life so much easier…
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/howaboutthat/5718984/Staff-strip-naked-to-improve-morale.html
Have at it, hoss. I stole it from somewhere else anyway
And, um, just put my application in…
Hilarious! That totally sounds like something that would happen to me. And I totally would have handled it the same way you did.
It’s good to know I’m not alone!
Love it!!!!
Thanks, love.
Maybe you could have stuck a plastic catheter tube through the hole, with the end running into a styrofoam cup.You could say your wound is draining or something.
What?
That could work. Can I be a vampire and say someone tried to stake me, too? Vampires are so IN right now.
I would not enjoy it if everyone went to work naked. I would be like “Please NOBODY borrow my chair!!”
Just rubbed my tush all over it. SORRRRREEEEEEEEEEE.
I like drunk, attractive women… Generally friendlier, and don’t remember enough to hold up in a court of law….. Viva La Differance!
Totally effed up. I love it.
Ha ha. That is worse than the time I wore a shirt inside out all.day.long while teaching.
Oh, yeah… inside out is just another Tuesday for me. It’s when you upgrade to “see through” and “holes” that I think you have to worry…
Really? Other people are like me, and would have worn it too? Oh, what a relief! Picture a well-endowed nursing mother teaching children in a rather snug nursing top. Now, she is so well-endowed that she had to wear a cami under the nursing top so not to flash the above mentioned children that she is educating. Now, imagine a 5th grade student coming up to said teacher, saying, “Um, your cami has fallen down. You always told us to keep the goods in, and now look at you. What a role model, Mrs. B.” YES, LOVE CHICKEN, THAT HAPPENED THIS PAST SCHOOL YEAR TO ME.
AHAHAHAHAHA!!! At least they had the decency to TELL you… well, one of them did. I say he gets an A for the year.
its not that bad, thankfully! i’ve had worse happen aka the bottom of my pants ripped out (they were worn out so bad shouldn’t have been wearing them doing hard labor) in front of everyone.
For sure. That’s why I like to wear spandex for hard labor… more stretch = less ripping.
KIDDING.
Go ahead and wear an apron! If you go to an art supply store you can buy one that you can paint! So buy some puffy paint and put things on it it like, “Greatest American Virgin” or better yet, have a drunken puffy paint party and let your friends decorate it for you! Then wear it to work! You just explain it away by telling everyone you are afraid of getting ink all over you….
BTW, thats a great pit pic.
I give great arm pit, it’s true…
You know…. that hole is the perfect size for a nipple to poke through.
Jus’ sayin’ is all….
I guess I should be grateful for the little things… (that DIDN’T happen…)
Jesus, I knew I had been missing something and then I realized I hadn’t resubscribed to your feed. Thank God it’s fixed now and these posts about shitting diamonds and wearing shirts with holes in them to work will come directly into my reader once again.
Next time just staple and/or tape the hole closed.
From experience, people.
Yayyy! Glad you found me again
And the tape? GENIUS. How did I not think of that? I guess it was the hangover…
ROCK ON!!!! Totally how I would have done it (and have)! And always when people have asked, I say, “Oh, that must’ve just happened.” Riiight!
This is why I love you.
This is why I layer. For some reason all my shirts get pin holes, I think cause FL has such hard water. Anyway, I layer everything. I have no money, fuck ‘em. If they want me to wear nicer clothes, they can pay me more money or give me a “clothing allowance” or a “uniform” no shit in an office.
Also thank you that bit about getting everyone to think “hot mess is average”. My strategy exactly.
I know, next time I totally need to layer. Gah. If only I hadn’t been SO hungover…
I agree with forgetting the causual fridays and going right to the nude…who needs clothes anyway? especially in the summer heat? if anyone can pull it off I’m pretty confident you’re the person to do it.
hope you have a great weekend…and hopefully you threw out that shirt?
Of course I did… I definitely DIDN’T put it back in my closet, thinking that I could just wear a cardigan with it next time. Not me…
You know, I’m sure wearing a jean jacket or cardigan over the said shirt wouldnt have killed you. So what if it’s hot outside! You have AC at the place you work, I’m sure!
For sure. Clearly, I wasn’t thinking clearly… that was sort of the point.
There’s a polo I have with a hole in it right underneath my right arm. For some reason, I ALWAYS forget about the hole, and end up wearing it and noticing the whole way past the point of changing into something else. It happened recently, and I ended up having to spend an entire day with my arms folded covering the fucking hole.
I threw the goddamn shirt away.
YESSSSS. I love you right now.
Does that mean I should throw mine away, too? Probably…
I am prone to choosing #3 as well. Bringing a sweater is also my solution. I figure I’m just at my desk anyways, right!? Clothes are overrated.
I generally have a sweater I keep at my desk, too… unfortunately, it was coffeed a couple days ago. I really need to replace it for situations such as this…
I went to work after a night of drinking once…with one blue pump and one black pump. lol. I would have just stuck a sticker over the hole.
Haha! At least you had two heels. I once walked to work in my snow boots… and forgot my heels completely. Sigh.
omg hehehehehe..that is sooo funny. =) Actually i was at the gym the other day and the guy in front of me bent over and to my surprise his gym shorts had a big fat hole! ahahahahahaha…
HA! Where was the hole? And why were you looking…
Multiple closets, yet you still have stuff overflowing onto the window sill. I love that. I have no problem taking my clean clothes directly out of the laundry basket all week. My wife loves that.
What, I’m supposed to HANG UP my clothes after a long strenuous day in the office such as this?? Blasphemy!
Hello Lilu. I like your blog. It’s blunt and funny. You wouldn’t mind if I linked you would you?
Anyway, I love this post. It’s so darn hilarious. Look at the bright side. At least it was under your boobs instead of being in the exact same place as your nipple. Now that would be too much.
Aw, thank you hon! Of course you can- I would be honored!
And if it’d been the nipple, I think I would have had to go home…
I’m now a total believer in “Ask and you shall receive”!!
As you should be.
bah! wardrobe mishaps at work! but i gotta say i’d rather have this problem than having to go to work NAKED! shudder! no fucking way on the naked thing, but then again you are a hottie so i could see why you might want to!
hope your weekend is fab. it is fucking roasting here.
Aww, you’re too sweet! Even in my PJ’s?
Hope you find a pool to cool off in…
This made me laugh ten times or more. TOO funny.
Maybe even 11? Woot!
Aww. This post totally reminds me of the sweater with the spot on it from Seinfeld.
Yessssssss. Best compliment ever.
Oh my!!! Sorry lady that the hole got larger. It always seems to happen at the worst of times
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At least in my life…
That’t why I keep a sweater at work. A little trick I learned from Mr. Rogers.
Mr. Rogers was so very, very wise. Choo choo!
LOL you’re posts are great!
Thanks hon!
There is nothing wrong with a little public indecency. I think it does everyone good!
If only those stupid motivation posters at work would say stuff like THAT, no?
AMEN. It’s always the one shirt (and the ONLY shirt) that matches a particular item that manages to be the one that gets destroyed. Hateful cosmos.
And St. Louis WAS amazing, and the weather was even grand! I loved it.
Seriously, I’d never seen a pic before… it kind of looks bad ass!
i’ve said it once, i’m going to say it again,
i.love.you.
Don’t ever stop.
hahahhahaha.
I knew you went with option three!
lol
ive had that happen, altho i never try to reason with ‘the hole’ …im sure that it will never be seen again… XD
haha!! Poor you!!! Just be grateful you don’t work with a gaggle of teenage boys. They notice every bloody wardrobe malfunction and comment. Leery losers!!
Do you have tape at that place where you work? Because you should have taped a piece of paper/paper towel/toilet paper/something white to the inside. If only you you could blog at work/stare at the computer long enough to type while hungover… you could have had all our wonderful solutions in minutes. Lol. Always have a white and black tank top to layer somewhere handy. And also, an “overnight” bag of clothes in your trunk waiting.
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