For starters, what do you think of my new blog look? No, I did not do it. Most of my readers know that I’m HTML dumb. It was done by Brea, over at Utterly Chaotic Designs. She did a fantastic job, huh? She was incredibly patient with all of my questions and her price is extremely fair. She even does a military discount. So if you’re looking for a new blog look, I recommend Brea all the way.
And now onto the new post.
That would be a hole.
Near the crotch of my jeans.
Did I notice the hole when I was out in public?
No. Of course not.
Did others notice the hole when I was out in public?
Probably. Knowing my luck.
I mean, people were staring at me funny when I was at Wal-Mart. But I figured it was because it was Wal-Mart. The store of weird. Shoppers might have been looking for potential victims to submit to People of Walmart. (Oh my God. What if I’m on People of Walmart??!! If you see me, I swear, I didn’t do this on purpose! I didn’t know about the hole! I have some dignity.)
I had the hole in my pants as I dropped Natalie off at school. AND picked her up.
It wasn’t until my day was over when I was like, “Why can I see my flowered underwear?” (Thank goodness I wear underwear and don't pull a Britney/Lindsey/Kristen/etc and go commando..)
I guess if other people saw the hole, it would be awkward for them to be like, “I’m sorry to bother you but…I can totally see your drawers..” I’m not sure if I could say that to a complete stranger. They might think I was coming onto them. Or they might think, “Why was she looking at my crotch region to begin with?!”
So yeah. I totally walked around most of the day with a hole in my pants.
And when I took the picture, I was in my car. There was a person in the car next to me who totally thought I had snapped a picture of my vagina to a lover from the look on her face.
Sorry to frighten you, lady.
It was just to document the hole so I’d have a blog post for today.