Normally I live on the edge and go to the grocery at the worst possible time—late afternoon after work and school when everyone is cranky and hungry. And by everyone, I mean me.
I celebrated the first school free Friday by heading to the grocery first thing in the morning. Fridays are normally my work from home day but during the school year I’m busy getting the girls to school and there’s no time for rise and shine grocery shopping so it was a treat to wander the aisles of the grocery when the store was relatively empty.
Yes it’s a wild, carefree life I’m living here in suburbia.
Any way, everyone was so friendly, especially at the checkout and I could just feel people smiling at me.
I got home and grabbed a few bags to bring into the house, catching a glimpse of myself in the window as I walked by.
A good three inches of white cotton underwear was sticking out like a flag from the back waist band of my low-rise capris. The t-shirt I’d thrown on was apparently way too short to cover my granny panties of the day.
I guess it could have been worse. I could have had plumber’s crack and forgotten to wear any underwear at all.