Two examples that show just how classy I am:
1) About midway through the day on Thursday, I felt something rubbing my butt. I checked to see if it was the tag of my pants – nope. It was definitely the pocket that should have been on the outside. Yep, my pants were inside out. Even classier – I left them that way for the rest of my shift.
2) I went to a church kid’s sale with LB this morning wearing my Voodoo Doughnut shirt. The one that says, right across the boobs, “The Magic Is In The Hole.” Even classier – I ran into LB’s daycare teacher.
I am awesome.