Yesterday I had to go down to Atlantic City for a business-y type event at the beach. All seemed to be going well until on my way home when I stopped to pick up a pair of pants. In the dressing room I took off the khakis I?d worn to the beach and threw them on the little shelf provided.
And that?s when I noticed a huge blue ink stain. On the seat. Of the pants. This was not some tiny little nickel-sized spot. I had apparently sat on something that had rubbed all of it?s color onto me.
I was immediately mortified and pretty much still am. The worst part is that no one bothered to tell me! I walked around all day with this huge blue stain on my ass.
Needless to say I went home and consumed a plate of nachos. Today I?m working my way through a bag of Hershey?s Kisses.
Every time I think about it I just want to crawl under a rock. How could no one tell me? Bastards!
I?m going up to see Baby Kate this weekend and can?t wait. I need something to make me smile.