Last week at rehearsal I spilled coffee all over the front of my jeans. I had to sit with my pants cold and sticking to my legs and reeking of coffee, for the remainder of rehearsal. I got home and changed into my pajamas later that evening. Apparently I got up the next morning and as I was tidying up I picked up the jeans, forgetting about the "coffee catastrophe" from the night before, folded them up, and put them away neatly in my drawer.
This morning as I was choosing something to wear I went to my jeans drawer, out of habit, pulled them out, and put them on. It took me until about half way through the day (after I had smelled something a bit stale but couldn't place it). I looked down and saw a giant stain covering both legs and, yes you guessed it, my crotchal region. Oh joy. One can only hope no one noticed. That's what I get from trying to better about keeping my bedroom picked up.
Hee hee, crotchal region.
ReplyDeleteThat's too bad, Lori. Maybe, if anyone noticed, they thought it was the hip new coffee-distressed style?
A similar thing happened to me on Monday, when I looked down and found a nice mustard stain - small, but also in the crotchal region.
Melissa-
ReplyDeleteThanks for making me feel better by sharing your own stain story. And yes, crotchal region has always brought a smile to my face. It just has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?
That is WAY too funny. I also did something similar 2 weeks ago. Gave Maddie some milk in the morning and i thought her PJs seemed a bit wet but whatever. Realized later urine had basically leaked on me but wore them anyway. Then wore them AGAIN a few days later and it took me a long time to understand what that smell was.
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