You know that girl who split her pants? At Disney World? This week?
Sure you do...
And this is not a metaphor for something deeper.
Nor is it a tiny split. This is the real deal, people.
What the heck? Right? They were like the baggiest pair of shorts I've worn in years.
I'm in Florida today. At Disney World.
Monday, I'm sitting down on a curb, while holding my sleeping daughter and I felt it happen.
Granted the angle at which the lower half of my body made its way down probably wasn't
my cutest move ever. But there was no need for complete humiliation. No, not like this.
Nevertheless, it happened. To me. I'm pretty sure it was Gods way of telling me to start my
50 Shades of Stupid series again.
Luckily it was beautiful out and I was able to use my sweatshirt to
tie around my waist and cover it up. And luckily it happened right before we left the park.
Meh whatevs. I got myself a new skirt out of it.
And now we can call Monday... a success.