I know, I know. It's after Labor Day. I'm supposed to have packed them away already. But what do I care about such archaic social constraints? I'll wear my white pants as long as I want to, thank you very much.
So I -- ummmm -- had this tender spot on my booty, okay?
(Just agree with me, I don't really expect any of you to have first hand knowledge).
I don't know if it was my pants or my work chair, but something was rubbing and irritating that spot. Finally I went to the restroom to investigate. I don't know if it was a pimple or a bug bite, I couldn't really see anything but I somehow scratched it open and it started to bleed -- kinda a lot.
Let me do the math for you:
Blood + White Pants = Uh Oh Spaghettios
Fortunately, I went on this art studio tour with my sister over the weekend.
Bear with me. This is relevant I swear.
I happened to wear my new Hush Puppy shoes. Just a simple black loafer. The thing is the shoes were so new I wasn't sure how comfortable they'd be trekking around in them for a whole day. Soooooo Girl Scout Wannabe that I am, I stuck a couple Bandaids in my purse just in case.
I retrieved the Bandaid, but encountered yet another problem.
You shouldn't be surprised. This is Mock Me Monday afterall. Nothing is ever that simple in my life, is it? Let me ask you one little question and you'll understand my difficulty:
Have you ever tried to put a Bandaid on your own butt?
It's not easy, folks. Not easy at all. It's kinda like a dog chasing its tail.
Maybe I should pack the white pants away afterall.