I've officially been at work for all of 15 minutes. Not even long enough to drink half of the Starbucks coffee in my travel mug. But apparently long enough to get two large holes in my pantyhose.
I have no idea how it happened. I remember when my pantyhose used to rip for a reason [like when carrying a bushel of apples in a wooden basket, during an energetic make-out session, or trying to grab the last Donna Karen sweater at a Black Friday sale].
But for no reason...my life is becoming too ordinary.
2 comments:
I was gonna say you had one run too many in there ... but then I got it.
BTW, this is my first time here (I like it so far, but be gentle) and I must say I love your shoes!
Jami: Welcome aboard :) And thanks!
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