The kind of day that you put on your clothes and head out the door, feeling good, sit through class, and realize you went all through the morning with your sweater on inside-out.
Yeah. One of those days. :smack:
My wife had one of those a couple of weeks ago. When we got home from work, I asked her if wearing her shirt inside out was a new fashion thing. She was shocked and embarrassed at having gone all day like that. No one said anything to her, either. That’s what you get for running late in the morning, I guess.
I have two identical pairs of boots, in black and brown. I live in fear of the day I get to work and discover I’ve mismatched them.
How about wearing loose fitting, elastic waisted pants to work in(I’m a baker for real), and realizing that you put them on backwards, after working about half the day.
I once told a total stranger on the street that half of her split skirt was caught in the back of her pantyhose. She was very grateful, if embarassed.
Put on your favourite pair of jeans to go to an exciting evening on the town, and midway through, remember that they have a big split in the crotch.
Now depending on where exactly the night on the town is, this might not be a problem, but otherwise…
I’ve only ever seen it happen in cartoons and slapstick comedies, so I knew it’d be one of *those *days when I slipped on a banana peel this morning.
Per the advice of my pals over in my livejournal, I’ve been avoiding hanging safes, pianos, and anvils all day.
Hey, if that’s the worst that’s hapened to you today, you’re doing OK! It’s going to be a great day 
(I mean, you discovered it yourself. Also, it’s not like it’s the kind of mistake that results in any kind of indecent eposure :eek: )
Bwhahaha…I love this stuff. It never happens to me, but I get to witness it.
Thanksgiving day Lions game, about 5 years ago, this couple is in front of us. The female tucked her shirt into her thong, which was sticking up, in plaaaaaaaaaaaaaain view of my two buddies and me. The females we were with were discussing amongst each other how to bring it up, even though we didn’t want them to. Eventually, they told on us and alerted her to her fashion faux pas.
“You naughty boys!”, she said. “I bet you’re not even watching the game.”
“Of course I am”, I reply.
“Oh yeah? What color is the ball?”
“Um. It’s pink and made of lace and comes from Victoria’s Secret?”
I can be a bastard sometimes.
We all laughed about it, including her hubby, who knew she had that condition when she left the house, but he never said a word.
Again, the Brotherhood prevails.
Blue?
…but the OTHER one was a nice brown color.
I hope you learnt your lesson.
Don’t wear clothes.