Is there something I should know?
Is there something you should say?
That’ll per-haps save my day?
OK…enough Duran Duran (or…my version of the song)
But seriously…
I’m very curious about something.
I’m really wondering how long
I’ve been
walking around today…
with my zipper down.
Granted, I have a sweater jacket on.
And a loose fitting shirt.
And…
Thankfully…
I was ACTUALLY wearing underwear today. In anticipation of Senora Flo. Who, by the way, seems a bit elusive this month…
But,
right before I went to go get my son…
I went to eliminate the coffee that was filling my bladder…
And found that
I DID NOT
need to unzip my jeans.
It appears that they were ready and waiting…
since the last time I used the lav.
Which was, from my limited memory skills…
during the morning, before a little program at my son’s preschool.
And that can only mean that…
For the ENTIRE program
with the skinny parade and their spouses and parents and…
EVERY FLIPPING TEACHER
at my son’s school…
my who-who was exposed…kinda…
behind some black undies.
And NO ONE said a stinking word.
Unless they were all getting their cheap thrills.
Well…
I guess I have two things to be grateful for.
I was wearing undies and
I didn’t have food stuck in my teeth.
LOL….nice to know that I am not the only one that doesn’t always remember or care about underwear!!Everyone had a thrill with your black panties!!! Atleast you didn’t say they were granny-panties!!!!
LOL!!!!
you have my cracking up here!! 🙂 i would’ve told you… one time i told a girl in a club that her pants had a HUGE hole in them… she got mad at me but they did and i thought she’d want to know… i know i would want someone to tell me if i had a HUGE hole in the butt of my pants… but whatever… for the most part people are usually embarassed but happy that you told them about food in their teeth or a zipper being down. something like that is nice to know. 🙂
i’m glad you had panties on. 🙂
xoxoxo
I would’ve told you. I always tell people mostly because I love their very embarassed reactions!
i have done this a coupla times…. finding out at about 3 p.m. that my pants were — uh — not secured at the zipper.
sigh