Yesterday I worked two solid hours before anyone, including myself, noticed the tag on my yoga pants was showing.

Yep. I wore my pants inside out yesterday. For two freaking hours. What’s sad is “Calvin Klein” is written in huge letters on one side of them and I still didn’t notice they were inside out.

Dude. 🤦🏻‍♀. At least they weren’t backwards, too. I’ve been known to be talented enough to pull off both with my boyshort undies.

I can’t with me 🙄

By the end of the night, I couldn’t do simple math anymore or read properly. I’m convinced that the teenager’s stupid has infected me and now I just want to say “…bruh” every time the world inconveniences me. I blame the lack of sunshine in our neck of the woods for days now.


Speaking of which. Is calling out stupid a valid reason? I feel like it should be. Or just be like…