From time to time (In other words, EVERY stinkin’ day for me), things happen without my immediately realizing it, and when I DO finally figure it out, it confirms the fact that often, certain outside forces beat me at life….or something like that.
Almost every morning, on my normal workday rush, not only do I drive to work, but I also tend to call upon my multi-tasking skills and eat breakfast, plus do my makeup while in the car. (Don’t be concerned….I have enough damn stoplights on my way in to work that there is plenty of time that I’m not actually in a moving vehicle while doing these things. Okay, Mom? DON’T…WORRY!)
This particular morning, I grabbed an ever-so-nutritious protein bar for breakfast. This flavor was “Caramel Nut”, and included being half-way dipped into some sort of protein, caramel-flavored “icing”. The stuff is DELICIOUS, so I ate it as quickly as a ravenous wolf!
Commence with the makeup application!
Some days, the brush drops into my lap, and I’m left with a bit of light shimmer on my pants. It wipes off fairly easily. I only fear the day that the brush drops underneath my seat, for my car will surely eat it, and I will never see it again! At that point, I will only have my fingertips to apply my eye-shadow, and then I’ll undoubtedly “accidentally” wipe them off afterwards on something…like my seat….or shirt….or arm. Probably my arm, just to see how many people notice that the streaks of color on my appendages make me look like a homeless chimney sweeper when I arrive to work. At least then I could burst into song and start referring to my coworkers as “Mary Poppins”. They would only EXPECT something that absurd at this point.
I digress…back to the protein bar! After arriving to work, AND riding the elevator (WITH PEOPLE…people of OTHER businesses in this building) to my floor, and then sitting at my desk, I finally LOOK DOWN at my pants. (I should seriously consider keeping a mirror in my car.) The icing that I had Loooooooved so much earlier apparently loved me back!! It had decided to partially break off from the breakfast bar and smear itself all over the CROTCH region of my pants!! White “icing” on my black pants…I can only IMAGINE what my fellow elevator-riders must have thought!
It’s just another day where gravity, along with my klutz factor, WINS against me.
Happy Friday, You Guys! Please pass the coffee…