True Story
I was running around like a mad-woman Sunday afternoon, feeling very rushed, knowing that I was incredibly late, trying to account for everything I'd need. I was supposed to be at the church an hour earlier, but here it was, 3:30, and I hadn't even packed an outfit to bring to church. By the time I changed out of my pajamas, figured out what I was wearing to church, and grabbed my makeup bag, it was 3:45. Super late. I grabbed my gym bag with my church clothes and makeup, picked up socks and shoes, turned off my bedroom light, and walked into the living room. Right about the time I sat down on the couch, I realized I needed to put on a shirt. That's right. For some strange reason I was convinced that the only prep I had left to do was put on my shoes, socks, and jacket. I'm glad I realized I was topless before I arrived at church.