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.











