I See London, I See France, Looks Like CJ Wet Her Pants
I carry a back-pack to work. I guess you could call it my lesbian purse. Inside the back-pack are notebooks in which I track my work, my planner, and miscellaneous items like my water bottle.
As I approached my building today, I could feel the back of my pants were wet. Apparently the little do-hickey thingy (technical term) for my water bottle popped off without me noticing. The bottle had leaked in the back-pack and onto my backside, wetting all my notebooks and my pants.
So glad I wore khakis today. I hid in my office, wearing my fleece jacket, until I felt the spot had dried and it was safe to come out.
Earlier this week, I finished my yogurt before I realized the spoon I was using was one I pulled out of the waste basket so it could be recycled. And you all know about the poop on my pillow.
Tomorrow I'm thinking of walking around campus with a booger hanging out my nose. Or maybe with my fly down. Or perhaps I could just fart loudly at a team meeting. Stay tuned for my next trick.