Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Labels Hurt

 At approximately 3pm today, after seven hours of being in public, I happened to glance down at my boobs. Where I discovered this label, broadcasting the extra small size of the only part of my body I DON'T want to be extra small.

In case you're not sufficiently impressed, let me break this down real quick.

Not only had it taken me nearly a full day of work to notice my fashion faux pas, but THIS WASN'T EVEN THE FIRST TIME I'D WORN THIS TOP! In fact, I'd washed it, dried it, put it back on and still somehow managed to overlook this crucial detail. Do you know how much skill that kind of obliviousness requires? A LOT. Ladies and gentlemen, I have arrived!

Curtsy, gracious wave, exit stage left.

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