Five minutes after I walked into work I noticed a blue pen stain.
On my pants.
ON MY REAR.
On a day of an impromptu VERY, URGENTLY, DIRELY IMPORTANT TO ATTEND all-staff meeting.
During which, I will most likely have to present (hence the nail biting*).
This could also be called: Exhibit A of Sara Forgetting She is a Grown Up Now.**
p.s. I know I totally and completely broke all acceptable uses of the **s. But I just feel the need to say that despite this rambling rant, I have only broken down and had pop ONCE in the last ten days. Sooo...that's something.
*note: I promise I hardly ever bite my nails. Just when I'm really REALLY nervous.
**but secretly, isn't it kind of awesome when certain people who seem to have it all together have moments like this?! ...just not when it's you. OBVIOUSLY.***
***I am not one of those "have it all together people." I use Tide to Go. Daily. And hardly ever get my hair cut. And eat a lot of ice cream. And somehow have three bank accounts! I'll stop there.
(And NO, Brian, I am NOT A DRAMA QUEEN! EVEN IF I DID STEAL YOUR THUNDER AT YOUR 2nd BIRTHDAY PARTY. GET.OVER.IT!!!!!!!!!!)