That was so un-swanky
So, this morning I woke up early because I had a meeting to go to. I got dressed, pulling a pair of jeans out of the dryer (FINALLY, I did laundry....)
So I go about my day.
First stop, of course, is Starbucks.
Next stop, my office, briefly, where I chat with my bosses and coworkers.
Next I head to the meeting, where there's about 25 people.
Yes, I am specifically telling you just how many people saw me this morning.
About halfway through the meeting, I think to myself, gee...this chair is really cold on one cheek. So I feel my ass, and sure enough....my jeans are ripped near the pocket!! :o :o :o I was hoping the ground would just go ahead and swallow me up. It's very possible that it ripped while I was sitting in the meeting, and thank goodness at the break, for some reason, I didn't get up and get coffee....so there's a chance that no one even knew it was ripped. At least that's what I've been telling myself to keep from having to quit my job and relocate to another state. But...the possibility that they were ripped since I pulled them out of the dryer keeps me feeling like :o :o !
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