Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Out Damn Spot!

Driving to work this morning, I look down at the shirt I'm wearing to find that there is a couple of small stains on it. Really, it's not that noticeable and my rational side knows that and knows that, probably, no one else is going to notice. But my irrational side...well, she's screaming about it and thinks that I might as well have a neon sign strapped to my chest.

Why can't I notice things like this before I leave the house? I actually thought briefly about turning around to change but I couldn't justify the gas....

Sigh

3 comments:

Dasha said...

I hate when that happens!

tattytiara said...

I actually get most of my stains en route from cradling my coffee a little too passionately.

Tizzalicious said...

That sounds very familiar!