Stress
It's manifesting itself in strange ways.
I have a cold sore under my nose, and it sucks. Not only does it look like a big booger, it hurts like the dickens.
Everytime someone looks at me, whether they are or not, I imagine them fixating on it.
And just now when I went to the bathroom?
I have my panties on inside out.
I have never done that before.
Even worse?
I left them that way.
I have a cold sore under my nose, and it sucks. Not only does it look like a big booger, it hurts like the dickens.
Everytime someone looks at me, whether they are or not, I imagine them fixating on it.
And just now when I went to the bathroom?
I have my panties on inside out.
I have never done that before.
Even worse?
I left them that way.
posted by Well-heeled mom @ 9:03 AM
5 Comments:
At 11:19 AM,
Jessie said…
So, once the boy wins that lottery, should I just send you the bill for cleaning my computer screen now that I've spewed diet coke all over it?
(wow...run on sentence much?)
At 12:07 PM,
DD said…
You don't get to call it stress until it happens a 2nd time. What kind of ditz would let that happen more than once?
*I say skulking out the door*
At 3:28 PM,
Anonymous said…
Oh Stiletto... more often than not my underpants are on inside out. No worries.
At 5:54 PM,
Alleen said…
Oh boy, what does it say about me that both of those things have happened to me? more than once.
At 4:08 PM,
Anonymous said…
BEEEEEN THERE.
any way the blogosphere can help?
Carla
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