Under some circumstances, it is acceptable to flee the office and work from home in the afternoon. Wardrobe malfunction is one of those circumstances. I have said many times that I am not a morning person. I am even less of a morning person when I have spent the entire evening at a work-related fundraising event, during which we drank margaritas
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No one said anything.
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Not only was I approached by a sympathetic gentleman, but on the way home, a meter maid in his little meter maid golf cart stopped to tell me that there was a tear in my dress. You know things are bad when a meter maid takes pity on you.
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If you only knew how often I have had to these words to myself. Vomit puts so much into perspective.
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you can give all your vintage dresses to me!
*flee*
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They need you to wear them out into the world!
If that means a stranger gets to look at your fishnet-clad butt now and then, well, - wait a minute! Don't total strangers look at your fishnet-clad butt most weekends and sometimes on Monday nights? Enough of this silly talk, then.
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Those are strangers. These are my co-workers.
That was deliberate. This is a terrible, terrible accident.
I am hoping that I will be able to salvage the dress. I've worn it since I was in high school and I'm dearly attached to it. I would be sad to discover that I have literally worn this garment to death.
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I suspect that is one of those vows that one know one won't keep (almost all hangover vows fall into this category).
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