This morning started off pretty good. Mr. Spock and I got up on time, he took a shower, then I took a shower. He started getting Muffin Man ready while I dressed. I was looking sharp in my red suit (pants and blazer, a lovely nose-bleed red) with my black cami underneath the blazer. We go downstairs for breakfast (Kashi Go-Lean Crunch with milk, and coffee. WW 4.5 points.) I take off my blazer so as not to spill skim milk all over it, something I am quite capable of. I clear the table and Mr. Spock and Muffin Man go tootling off to daycare in the Spock-mobile. I lock up the house and head off to work, arriving fifteen minutes later, in good time for my nine o'clock meeting.
Y'all know what happened right? I'm going into detail here. WHAT HAVE I LEFT BACK AT HOME?
The blazer. It's on the back of my chair in the kitchen. It is now 8:35. I don't have time to go back for it. I will have to go to the meeting wearing my red pants and my black cami. I'm mortified. It's not that I don't look okay. I do. It's that, what with my figure and all, a black cami is not...appropriate office wear. It just isn't.
I go to the meeting. As soon as the meeting is over I rush home to get the blazer and rush back. Phew. I resolve to never take it off again.
Which is why there's a big Shepherd's Pie stain on it now.
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