Date: Wednesday, November 14
Time: Dusk...is that a thing? It was about 5:00 p.m. and the sky was gorgeous.
Location: Hill behind our house...quite literally.
Characters: Dude & Myself
Purpose: To sled the beejeezus out of that there hill!
(I believe this is "pull me"...)
And to take some What to Wear photos...FAIL! But we do look pretty cute!
"Funny" story about my outfit. I had it all picked out the night before, which never rarely happens in this gal's life. But I forgot how damn SHORT this dress is. It's really more of a long shirt...oh dear. So I tried every possible combination of sitting, bending, standing and reaching that I could think of and you could pretty much see my ass during each one of them. Yep. So me leaving the house on time quickly turned into me searching drawers for slips & shorts to wear underneath.
But I think "wardrobe malfunction averted" turned into a pretty sweet outfit that I will bring out again as the occasion arises!
Have you ever had any wardrobe malfunctions on the way to work?
Did any of them involve showing some old guys your ass?
later loves
I have had my skirts blown up by the wind. I've had them creep up because of the static electricity between them and my tights. I've had button pop open at unfortunate moments... yeah. I've definitely had my share of oopsies moments. :)
ReplyDeleteCute picture of you and Dude!
Not sure if my last message went through or not but I wasn't logged in cause I'm on the iPad and I'm not really sure who was.. Which would make my "stalker" comment even more stalkerish.... Sorry bout that!!!
ReplyDeleteIt would only count as "stalkerish" if you went driving around Mill Woods looking for that particular hill and particular condo complex and fence.
DeleteAnd no...I don't see another comment from you on this post, or any anonymous bloke!
How lucky are you to have a hill right there!!
ReplyDeleteMalfunctions? My favorite shirt slides to the one side and leaves one boob "hanging" out. good times.
Ah yes...that purple boob shirt. But it's such a cute colour!
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