Originally posted April 19, 2007:
My mother always told me to make sure that I always had on clean underwear at all times… because you just never know.
But somehow, I saw it as an oversight that by not doing laundry, I would run out of clean underwear. (It has been raining cats and dogs all this past week, and the week before that it was snowing, so thanks!)
So, with great reservation, I just knew I had to break out my lingerie (all stuff I bought when I was with my ex) until I could find the time to get to a laundromat.
Tell me why I felt so… uggggggggh. the other day! My hair was a complete and total mess! I was wet from all the torrential flooding that I just happened to be caught in; I felt like a soggy cheerio! It was not cute at all.
But there was a silver lining to end my misery; literally. It turns out that there’s a little silver bell on the back of the apparatus that I was wearing. So every single time I got up to sign for a package, or lead a client into the conference room, my little bell would jingle! Everyone kept looking around for the bell! And for those of you who haven’t seen me in a long time, I have a booty now! So, of course my day got progressively better, because I’m looking at everyone in passing like, “Screw you! Do you have a bell on your panties?” Oh? No? I didn’t think so! I felt like Eartha Kitt. I was purring and ‘rawr’-ing all day… lol…
Here’s to Eartha Kitt…. get ‘em girl…get ‘em…
