Friday, July 23, 2004
The one where Broad wears the wrong someone else’s panties
Have I mentioned how much I love my job? Especially when my assignment tonight? Included a wine tasting and hors d'oeuvres. SPLENdid.
But as I was putting on my unnywears after my shower? I couldn't figure out for the life of me why I couldn't get them over my legs. I mean, I was so excited to find that Old Navy made comfortable bikinis for chicks with big butts that this was just unfathomable, or else what the hell did Greta do to my wash!?!?! Did she really shrink them that bad? (Note: I do my laundry over at Greta's, and sometimes she finishes up for me.) But I squeezed them on and rushed off to my assignment (with other clothes OVER them, of course).
But as the night wore on, the unnywears were cutting into my skin, and I was becoming increasingly unhappy. So after the assignment portion of the evening, I rushed off to the ladies room to figure out what was going on. Wouldn't you know, they weren't even my unnywears; they were Greta's. How could I have NOT noticed this, you ask? Well, we both shop at Old Navy and probably bought the same ones, only in different sizes, and she thought they were mine.
Well, now that I had that figured out, what was I supposed to do about it? I mean, even though they were clean, there's still something kinda weird about wearing someone else's unnywears for ANY reason, plus they were still cutting into my skin. What's a broad to do, right? This broad decided the best thing to do would be to take them off and put them in the inside pocket of her jean jacket.
I'm not sure how I'll feel if Greta wants them back after this.
But as I was putting on my unnywears after my shower? I couldn't figure out for the life of me why I couldn't get them over my legs. I mean, I was so excited to find that Old Navy made comfortable bikinis for chicks with big butts that this was just unfathomable, or else what the hell did Greta do to my wash!?!?! Did she really shrink them that bad? (Note: I do my laundry over at Greta's, and sometimes she finishes up for me.) But I squeezed them on and rushed off to my assignment (with other clothes OVER them, of course).
But as the night wore on, the unnywears were cutting into my skin, and I was becoming increasingly unhappy. So after the assignment portion of the evening, I rushed off to the ladies room to figure out what was going on. Wouldn't you know, they weren't even my unnywears; they were Greta's. How could I have NOT noticed this, you ask? Well, we both shop at Old Navy and probably bought the same ones, only in different sizes, and she thought they were mine.
Well, now that I had that figured out, what was I supposed to do about it? I mean, even though they were clean, there's still something kinda weird about wearing someone else's unnywears for ANY reason, plus they were still cutting into my skin. What's a broad to do, right? This broad decided the best thing to do would be to take them off and put them in the inside pocket of her jean jacket.
I'm not sure how I'll feel if Greta wants them back after this.