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!
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Is That a Hint?
Is it a bad sign when your Weight Watchers instructor sends you a postcard at home asking you to come back to the meetings?
Methinks I'd better get my lazy arse back in there.
(Although my arse didn't feel lazy last night when it was Roger Rabbiting in Jazzercise...)