So this morning was like just about every other morning. I got up, walked Daisy and made sure I had everything I needed for work. I then packed everything up and went to go work out.
I had an excellent workout. I was going really fast, I had my eighty’s blend volume three going on my ipod, and I got to watch the skull cap boy working out just steps from me. I really couldn’t ask for more.
Then I took my shower, dried my hair… and realized the unthinkable. I forgot my bra. I know, I know! HORROR! How did this happen? Where were my workout gods this morning? Why didn’t Daisy tell me before I left the house? WHY don’t I have an entire spare outfit in the trunk of my car for just such emergencys?
Lucky for me I couldn’t decide between a full slip and a camisole under my cream sweater so I brought both. At least it could have been worse. I could only have one of the two.
So now, I’m reduced to either walking around all day without a bra, just hanging in the wind, taking an extra long lunch and buying a bra at the mall, or taking 1.5 hours to run home to put one on and run back. The second and the third options require me to lose my good parking space, and run the risk of not being able to park when I get back.
I think I’m going to just stick around my desk and not worry about it. Hell, I rarely talk to anyone anyway. It just feels really weird. I’ve been wearing a bra for 23 years. I don’t ever remember going out without one… I’ve never EVER gone bra-less to work.
You know, I think the only bad thing about this is that I’m not looking to date anyone at work. If I was, this could have been a REALLY good thing.
I’ve done that before. But I have small boobs, so not too big of a deal as long as I’m wearing something a little thicker than silk. hehe.