Thursday, September 16, 2010

Questions that never cease to amaze me.

I'm wearing this truly gorgeous dress today at work (black), coupled with some hottie red sandals.  I picked out the perfect undie/bra combo to make me feel super sexy.  I always check myself out before leaving and I looked fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnne.  I was feelin' it, as it were.

Until about 20 minutes ago.

I walk into the restroom and catch sight of my behind.

I notice my underwear.

And Not One Person Has Told Me My Undies Are Showing ALL DAY.  Not just that, but HOW, in the course of a few short hours, have my underwear gone from NOT SHOWING to a big flashy neon SHOWING, LOOKY HERE AT HER THONG, showy?

So what's an enterprising chica to do?

Go Panty Free.

I'm calling it "Going Free Range" as "commando" feels a little boy-ish and "free ballin'" doesn't exactly work for my ladyparts.

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Special thanks to Jay at Plays With Sirens for calling me during the panty crisis and offering up options on what to call my panty-free self.

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