I need someone to dress me.

So dear readers, you know how I love to share personal details about my life with you? Here's a new one. I was wearing thong underwear today and it took me half the day to realize that not only did I have them on inside out, but I also had them on sideways. And the oddest part? They were honestly more comfortable that way.

I am concerned though. Was I really that asleep when I dressed myself in the morning? It's amazing I left the hotel actually wearing pants. Good grief.

Comments

Josh Shear said…

and since you were wearing your thong sideways, perhaps it's a good thing you were wearing pants.

peanut gallery will shush now. but he still won't put pants on.

8:01 PM

DecemberFlower said…

It's way too easy to put underwear on inside out.

4:44 PM

Rees said…

I hate getting dressed in the dark. Is it time to change the clocks yet?

8:41 PM

Sassy Pants said…

And in my defense, the underwear is the kind with a printed tag so nothing is there to guide you. Oh well!

5:36 PM

Amanda said…

So did you remedy the situation, or continue about your day with the thong inside out/sidweays?

11:15 AM

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