We had a visit from corporate today so I got myself dressed up fancy. Glad I took this picture when I first got in, the outfit doesn't have the same appeal after you've dumped pasta sauce down the front of yourself.
The worst is that I didn't even make it to our visit before I destroyed myself. Like the girl that I got in to a fistfight with at the Britney Spears concert in Salt Lake City Utah. The fight happened during the Pussycat Dolls and she was escorted out before Britney even hit the stage.
And just like I'm sure Britney would have supported me standing up to the gay bashing bully in her audience, I bet she would've supported the 'sghetti sauce accents on my nice white button down.
The good news is that buttoning my jacket concealed my little accident and I made it through the visit without causing alarm. I actually forgot that the last time this woman saw me I looked like this, so she was too focused on my hair to notice anything else. It's crazy that I'm wearing the exact same suit in both of those pictures. What a difference a haircut makes.
No comments:
Post a Comment