My sweater itches, my skirt keeps twisting up, I just discovered a hole in my shoe, and my under drawers are cuttin into my thigh crease. Damn. I hate this day.
This is what I call a Damn Disastrous Day, or Triple D, because I will feel uncomfortable and out of sorts until I can go home, rip my bra off (that's killin me too, by the way), put on my house clothes and pour a glass of red, red, wine.
Argh! Triple D you have done it again!
I should have really checked the mirror before I left....Too heavy on the eye shadow?
