I was wandering around my office this morning when a kind soul pointed out a three-inch rip in the seat of my pants. I now have my fleece sweater tied around my waist so when I walk to the washroom or the kitchen I don't have my gitch all hanging out. I'm thinking I'd like to take this as a sign to go the hell home after my meeting later this morning.
I'm glad I decided to wear underwear today.
I'm glad I decided to wear underwear today.