I can’t believe I’m telling you this. Especially the last part.
Katie and I decided to go out for dinner tonight. We wanted to go somewhere really fancy, so we headed to the restaurant also known as Best Diet Coke On The Planet:
Since it was such a fancy place, Katie fixed her hair all pretty-like. I mean, a side ponytail is fancy, right?
I did my part, too, by wearing my favorite shirt:
Those precious little green things you see are whales. Baby whales. On a tank top. Ever since posting that video a couple of weeks ago where I confess my love for Shamu, I’ve been planning to write a post about why I love that silly whale. I’ve just had other, much more important things to write about.
Really? I have to spell it out for you? Okay… S-u-n-n-y D-e-l-i-g-h-t.
I’ll still do that post sometime because, trust me, I have more whale items. Many, many more.
So, once we got home with our plain cheeseburgers (we always order the same thing), the following conversation occurred:
Katie: “By the way, So-and-So is coming over to study tonight.”
Me: “When is he coming? I need to put on a different shirt than this.”
DING DONG SOMEONE IS AT THE DOOR.
I made a run for it, but it was far too late. In walked Total Hottie and there I stood, trapped in my whale shirt. In his defense, Total Hottie just said hello and acted like everything was normal. I, on the other hand, headed straight to my bedroom.
Which is when I fell. Over my laundry basket. With that Total Hottie sitting right on my couch.
And now, as I type this very line, I’m sitting on the same couch with Total Hottie (don’t worry, Katie’s between us) watching The Office. And I’m still wearing the whale shirt. Because I think it would be pretty obvious if I changed at this point. But don’t think I didn’t consider it.
Sadly, this isn’t even my worst wardrobe malfunction of the day.
This morning, while rushing to get to the office because HELLO IT IS THE LAST DAY OF PROGRAMS AND THERE IS MUCH TO DO, I walked out the door without pants on.
Oh yes I did.
That is the funniest story EVER!
I LOVE your stories… they really do make me laugh out loud! After a stressful “stay-at-home mom day” I REALLY need to laugh out loud!!
Thanks!
Seriously? WITHOUT PANTS? I am cackling.
Oh NO YOU DIDN’T!
That’s a blog post for another day.
Oh. My. Word. I seriously cannot stop laughing. You have such a knack for telling stories.
Could you be MORE delicious??! I am dying here! I think your fabulous babycakes. Fabulous. And Mr. Hottie more than likely didn’t even notice the whales, as he was probably more excited that he go to spend the evening with two MS. Hotties! Leaving the house without pants though…not recommended.
Good morning from NY!
Juicy Jenn
You have to be one of the funniest things on the internet!!! Thanks for the laughs and if he liked that shirt he is one “whale of a guy”! Okay, sorry, I couldn’t resist.
I love me some whales, too. Humpbacks are my favorite. Even “adopted” one a few years ago and received my very own personalized portrait of him. I framed it. Yes, I am a loser. BUT – - I am a loser who saved a whale’s life with my small-but-meaningful monthly gift.
He doesn’t come to visit much…. That’s the last time I’ll adopt!
Oh, and I covet that shirt.
Ok the sentence about falling made me put my hand over my mouth and gasp. It stayed there until I got to the “no pants” parts at which point I burst out laughing. Girl! THanks for the laugh.
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