Milk Pants

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. 

I knew I wouldn't have time for my favorite cereal so I opted for a large glass of icy cold milk that I could drink on the ride over to the bus stop. (KEEP READING.. it gets interesting I swear!)

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!

Oh and shout out to Zipped's Chelsea Lane.. she has been so supportive and her blog is a daily read of mine... you got to check it out!