In the past six weeks or so I've left my make-up at the house, worn mismatched shoes... what more could I do?
Apparently, I could wear a dress with a paneled skirt, on which two of the panels, unbeknownst to me, had, erm... separated.
For about a foot.
On the back.
Extending a couple of inches above my panty line.
I'm just grateful I was wearing black underwear. Good grief.
So, effectively I've been half-mooning my entire office this morning. I'm currently at home knocking the wrinkles out of my emergency backup outfit and wondering just why they let me run around like that for an entire morning.
Then again? Not so sure I really want to know.
I'm going to start wearing a burqa or something. I swear.
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