In an attempt to stay current, I'm going to tell you a story. It may not be the best story you've ever heard, but I get "when are you going to update your blog??" a lot, so I'm throwing this little nugget of my life out there.
It all started with an impromptu shopping trip a few weekends ago. The weather was really nice, which made for a great shopping day with one of my girlfriends while our hubbies watched football. Usually, I'm all about watching football, but not this particular day. Brendan and I got to our friends' house and almost immediately, me and my girlfriend looked at each other and with supernatural understanding, grabbed our purses and headed out the door.
Something you have to understand about Charleston is that shopping is not for rainy days like some cities where they have great indoor malls in which to take shelter when the sky is falling. The few malls we have are only great in that they are greatly horrible and in relatively depressing locations. All the good shopping is outside. So out we went. And many hours later, we returned to our men with our treasures in tow. One of my finds that day was a really cute and really on sale navy plaid dress from a place that I won't mention but haven't shopped at since I was ooohh....16.
Fast forward to last week. I was proudly wearing my new dress at work. We recently merged with another super cool company (shout out CreateSpace!), which has lead to a variety of super long, not super cool meetings. In such a meeting, we were going on hour two, and I was seriously debating sneaking out to go to the bathroom, but decided against it because I really didn't feel like clicking my heals all the way to the door in front of a room full of people.
Finally the meeting was over and I was starving. A friend and I decided to dip out for a much needed extended lunch. We walked out to the parking lot and as I sat down in her car, I heard a faint rip and the leather seat felt a little cold.
Well my friends, I turned around as much as I could to confirm that my dress had in fact ripped from below my butt to the middle of my back. This is perplexing because the dress was even a size too big, so it definitely wasn't too tight, and it didn't even rip on a seam. I guess that's what I get for a $9 dress. Needless to say, our highly anticipated extended lunch was spent in Target, where we barely mad it inside, we were laughing so hard, and I trompsed around with a huge black North Face tied around my waste looking for alternative apparel.
45 minutes and a quick trip to Chick-fil-A later, I arrive back to work, with my butt covered in a new pair of paints.
Later in the day, it occurred to me that sitting down in my friend's car was the last time I sat down since sitting down in the meeting and I was so glad I didn't get up to go to the bathroom. Because what if sitting back down in the meeting would have been the fateful moment that my dress split right up the back?? Talk about a wardrobe malfunction....
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