Last night at approximately 10:47 I looked down and said to K., "My pants are inside out."
"I know," K. said, "I came home and I just thought to myself poor Amy." I glanced up at him quickly and he was shaking his head and sounding kind. I burst out laughing. We laughed for two minutes straight, gasping.
"But they were inside out all day. And I never noticed. And I answered the door and talked to Margo."
"I'm sorry. I know. I'm sorry." Long pause. "Are you ok?"
We laughed again, hard.
I know it doesn't seem like a big deal, but part of my Type-A, super anal personality is a borderline compulsive concern about my clothes. I can guarantee that I have never, never, ever gone for an entire day, going to the bathroom at least 3 times (and probably more like 5) and not noticed that my pants were inside out. Ever.
I'm not ok. But at least it's a teeny bit funny. And that's how things are going over in my neck of the woods and that's why the posts are sporadic.
Posted by grrlTravels at March 28, 2008 9:02 PMnow that is funny!
Posted by: heather at March 28, 2008 10:58 PMThe laughing? That is coping. The laughing is proof you are surviving.
I'm sorry too. But yeah...laughing!
Posted by: Jo at March 29, 2008 5:21 AMI'm laughing with you here... I once was walking to get coffee with my boss when I realized my sweater was on inside out, and I'm not dealing with nearly as many stresses as you are... *hugs*
Posted by: Lisa at March 29, 2008 1:40 PMOMG that made me seriously laugh out loud. Ditto to Julia, good sign if you have two full minutes to laugh!
Posted by: kikalee at March 29, 2008 8:30 PMHey, at least (from the sound of it), you weren't out in public dressed that way. :)
Once I discovered that I'd gone to work on "casual Friday" wearing athletic shoes that didn't match (they were both white, but the brand and trim were different). Definitely not intentional--but IIRC, I didn't want to turn on the light and disturb my husband when I was getting dressed.
I usually change into workout gear to go out for a walk at noon. One afternoon I discovered -- during a meeting, no less -- that when I'd gotten back into my business attire, I'd put my shirt (a button-down with collar and cuffs, but the body of the shirt was made with stretchy knit material) on inside out! I have long hair which apparently covered the tag on the neckline. Nobody said anything; I'm not sure they could tell. But still...
And we've all had that mortifying feeling that Oops! My fly is unzipped. So yeah, you feel kinda sheepish/embarassed, even if no one has noticed.
In both cases, I didn't have stress or the kinds of complications you do as an excuse.
Posted by: Margie at April 1, 2008 5:07 PMOk, that gave me a great laugh - esp. Kev's comment.
Sadly, I have worn inside out clothes many times and often in my life.
Posted by: bec at April 1, 2008 9:37 PM