Slippery Devils

[threadwalker]

My baby carrots are slippery devils. A bowl of them with salsa plus one mis-aimed fork resulted in one carrot escaping, flying up to whap me in the nose and then rolling down the front of my shirt leaving a trail of salsa.

I look like someone hit me with a paint-ball filled with salsa right over my left boob.

Fabulous.

Not only that, I cleaned out all the spare clothes from my office just yesterday, so I've got nothing to change into.

Now the left half of my shirt (over, above, around, under) my boob is wet and, consequently, see-through. Too bad I don't have an interesting bra to make this more humiliating.

Can I go home now? C'mon, didn't we establish I don't add value? This counts as catastrophic failure in my book.

Comments

[stealth-1066.livejournal.com]

There is never a camera around when you need one! Always keep a windbreaker at work to cover mishaps like this. It never fails that just after you get rid of something you will need it! Carrots and Salsa....we may have to talk about your dietary choices!! ;^)

[joycebre.livejournal.com]

those carrots are nothing but trouble.

[thelbk.livejournal.com]

is that the phone I hear?
one of your kid's sick at daycare?
don't you have to go????
Except maybe the shirt is a dead give away...

[thread-walker.livejournal.com]

if only!

The Drama-Factor around here has maxed out to the point where I'm not even in the loop anymore (which is GREAT! I went for a run at lunch time). But going home? hah hah hah...you so funny... you a funny lady

[broider-barones.livejournal.com]

when in doubt - SHOP!

[ermine-rat.livejournal.com]

Gourmet Gulch is nearby... buy something cute!
Some retail therapy might be useful.

ZI'm also surprised you don't have your Deathride shirt handy... I thought you'd wear that for weeks!

[thread-walker.livejournal.com]

really? I"ve never heard of them..

My Deathride shirt is a biking jersey that's almost skin tight. It *might* be an improvement. But it's safe at home in my treasure vault.

[ermine-rat.livejournal.com]

on 4th st between University and Virginia.... a nice little mall....

[catagon3.livejournal.com]

The day I flipped my lunch all over myself I was enough of a mess that my boss agreed that I needed to go home. Of course, that involved hot spaghetti sauce and sticky hot fruit compote.

May that be the worst that happens to you today!

[aastg.livejournal.com]

Extra points if you were wearing a white blouse.