There are some people who have never worked at a real job their entire lives and don't even know what I'm talking about.
Anyway, speaking of wearing pants, after I got to work this morning, I walked over to the kitchen to get some ice. As I was walking, I had a rather odd sensation in my britches. I reached back there to check it out and pulled out a pair of panties. Yes, they were mine. Extra ones, as I didn't forget to put any on. Guess they either found their way in there when I was rummaging through my suitcase early this morning, trying to find a pair of jeans without turning on a light, or stowed away inside the jeans when I did laundry.
If I had unpacked last night when I got home from Nashville, the whole underpants debacle would never have happened.
This is the time of the school year when I get weary of getting up for work and lie in bed entirely too long after the alarm has gone off, snuggling under the covers with a kitten curled up next to me, ignoring how much I need to go to the bathroom, cursing that Daylight Savings Time makes it so FREAKING DARK in the mornings, until I glance at the clock again and, seeing how late it is, bolt out of bed and feverishly get ready. Which is how I managed to put on a pair of jeans without noticing there was a pair of underpants in them. At least they didn't fall out my pants leg at a meeting, which is precisely what happened to someone I know but won't mention (Melissa).
It's cold outside, and it's supposed to be spring.
|I think they're shivering.|
Last time to mention the panties. I put them in my purse after I found them, so I could take them home some other way than tucked inside my jeans. Forgot they were there when I went to a birthday lunch after work, pulled out my wallet, and very nearly dropped them on the floor of the restaurant. Then I ran by Aldi to get a few groceries. Same song, second verse.
Even though I strive to be cheerful and optimistic at all times, I reserve the right to feel sorry for myself sometimes.
The previous statement has nothing to do with pulling a pair of panties out of my jeans at work, because I actually found that to be hilarious.
The Russian spammers are REALLY PISSING ME OFF today. LEAVE ME ALONE, YOU SPAMMERS, YOU!
Being a cold, overcast NOT spring Monday after what was a lovely Spring Break makes me think of this song by Ingrid Michaelson, which starts out with, "The sky looks pissed/the wind talked back." Yep, that's today. Listen:
Isn't she wonderful?
Today is Meh Monday? Let tomorrow be Terrific Tuesday.
I will it to be so.