Random tales of a klutzy 30-something gal navigating through life's everyday embarrassments. Written for those who've plowed over executive vice presidents in the hallway and spilled coffee on themselves three times in one day!
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Bust That Booty
This morning, I dragged my sad arse out of bed to go to a 5:45 a.m. Jazzercise class.