I bought a new shirt last night and didn’t try it on and check it out before I wore it. It buttons down the front and now, it seems, my breasts have seized the opportunity to make their grand escape.
Let’s all go home and find decent, appropriate outfits to wear, re-fix our hair, put on fresh make up, and go out to dinner.
What? Not everybody has a job where they can make the 30 minute drive home, fix their problem, and then make the 30 minute drive back and not be missed?
I love my job! 
Count your blessings.
While I was having my nails done a few weeks ago I overheard two women talking about someone who had very dramatic black eyeliner permanently tattooed on her face. Apparently she now dresses more conservatively, but is condemned to spend the rest of her life with serious raccoon eyes – she even has to overdo the rest of her makeup just to go with the eyeliner.
At least you can try for a different look tomorrow. 
I’ve got a hole wearing in the back of my sock…wearing thin right now, but you can tell it’s only a matter of time. Turns out my damn shoes, fine Italian leather and craftsmanship and all that, stretch a bit over time. Mind you, they’re still snug, but the heel is slipping with every step (and yes, I use a shoe-horn to put the shoes on.)
I though Gold-Toes wear hardier than this.
…and her boyfriend was Ving Raymes, not Samuel L. Jackson.
Smokey-black eyeliner, eh? Just like the girls in Robert Palmer’s video? With the ruby red lipstick and fingernail polish? My, you’re “simply irresistable.”
grwoowwwl darling, grwowwowl!
…that I left my boat shoes at my mom’s house this weekend. And that’s the only pair of shoes I have (save for sandals) that can be worn sans socks.
Looks like I actually have to wear socks to work this week. 
There’s something WRONG with way too much black eyeliner? Geez, NOW I know why I never get dates. I scare all the boys off with my goth chic.
I was on the internet the other day checking out the stock quotes when I ran accross a picture of her supposedly from a playboy shoot. Now, being as I only check stock quotes while on the internet I may not be the best judge of fake pictures but this looked pretty dang real.
Now… not that I care but I was wanting to know what issue she was in… as I hear there were some hot stock tips in there… yeah.
Well THAT was way out in left field. I ment to make a new topic. Ooooops.
Well, I’ve just realized that I’m not getting anything done today (except reading the SDMB) and that my boss is out of town.
So, although I am dressed appropriately for work, I believe I will go home and change into something more comfortable and see if I can talk Mrs. Pluto into going someplace Italian for dinner.
Good luck to the rest of you.
I went swimming yesterday for the first time in ages. Changed into my swimsuit in a fairly dark bathroom (without noticing anything awry) and emerged into the bright sunlight, in front of a whole bunch of people lounging around the pool, only to realize that the fabric of my Speedo has become rather too thin and transparent for comfort. (Does spandex normally disintegrate after a certain amount of time of sitting in a drawer??) Fortunately it’s black so it disguised the problem a little, but I did get a few more appreciative looks from teenage guys than I usually do.
pornographically yours,
rivulus
only the teenage ones?
[humiliating hijack]
Yes, it happens. Years ago… there I am in a college ballet class, 19 years old, when I notice a little white thread at about my navel. Because I am young and dumb (as opposed to now, when I am old and absentminded) I pull the little thread. The leotard is old and cheap, and has been a little transparent for a while now. Upon pulling the thread, the rubbery stuff woven into the Spandex starts to shred and dissolve, while the nylon component merely shreds. A hole appears, then begins to widen, then begins to widen faster and faster. I shriek and step out of line, making a mad dash for the bathroom. By the time I reach the doorway, I am sprinting and half-nude. By the time I get to the ladies’ room, I am wearing some very sheer tights and a pair of disembodied sleeves. rivulus, learn from my past. Do not wear that Speedo again.
Really, yogurt in the cleavage is the least of my problems.
[/humiliating hijack]
Got one for you jarbaby :).
This morning,trying to get ready for work. I’m going on three hours sleep so I’m completely on autopilot [sub]or so I thought[/sub]
I use Maybelline Express makeup-the kind that’s like a bigger,thicker lipstick. I use their foundation as concealer and their blush.
I grab what I think is the foundation and dot the usual places-under my eyes,little bit on the cheeks,nose and forehead.
I look in the mirror, makeup sponge at the ready to blend and realize I have grabbed the wrong tube and put blush all over my face.
At least I caught it before, thank god.
Heh, heh. Those were the only guys around and I wasn’t about to wait around for others to show up. Hmm… I suppose I could take poll of the SDMB men to see if they would have sent me some appreciative glances…
Nah. Never mind.
No chance of that! It’s in the trash, never to be seen again in public. Or what was under it, for that matter.
rivulus
… that my zipper is down.
And I’m going commando today.
[sub]OK, that didn’t happen just now, but it did happen just last weekend.[/sub]
I’m sure you’ve all been waiting for the update on my shoes.
I stayed at my desk pretty much all day, because venturing out of my cube meant putting the shoes back on and limping. Serious pain. On my way out, a guy from the other office in the suite made the mistake of asking “How are you?” So I told him. We discussed the possibility of stretching them through wear vs. crippling myself in the process.
Perhaps tomorrow we’ll discuss make-up and cute tops.
I thought she looked like a startled raccoon. Or Sylvester Stallone in the last reel of Rocky II.