This morning was like any other, my alarm failed to wake me and I was about to miss my bus to New York City, you know, the usual.
Anyways I throw all my crap in the car, I buckle up for safety, and I make a quick flip of the wrist to get a time check on my trusty watch. HERE'S WHERE IT GETS INTERESTING FOLKS... THIS WRIST WAS ATTACHED TO THE SAME HAND HOLDING THE GLASS OF MILK! I first realized I spilled the milk on my pants when I felt a cooling sensation in the crotch region. I sat there in disbelief staring at the large pool of milk on my lap. Did I really just pour an entire glass of milk on my lap?
In the words of Ron Burgundy, "Milk was a bad choice."
I spent the entire 2 hour bus ride holding my wet milk pants to the air vents of the bus, contemplating whether or not to I should try the pant-less Lady Gaga look. I decided that the kind people at Oscar de la Renta would probably not approve.
I walked around the entire day with a light ring of discoloration around my crotch.
|Celine, Gucci, Juli Macdonald, Chanel|
The point of the story is I wish I was wearing one of these luxurious winter white looks. The ring of curdled milk around the crotch would have blended right in!