It is one of those days. The kind of day that leads you to believe everything appears to be going perfect. Perfect until you walk into the restroom at work.
After giving myself a once-over, I noticed that the neutral, gray panties I chose this morning are not so neutral and rather gray. The color casts a nice shadow across my mammoth derrière. I can live with panty lines, but panty shadows are a little embarassing.
I was sure that striped number I almost pulled out of the drawer this morning would see through my khaki capris the weather begged me to wear, so I threw them back into the pile of unmentionables. In the very least, I can rest assured that I don’t look entirely like a clown today.