X marks the spot, all right.
Last Thursday I had another in a life-long line of odd things happen to me.
I'd been wearing a Band-Aid on my finger to protect a dry, raw spot from all the paper I flip through at work. I was getting ready in the morning, and, by the time I was putting on my gloves, noticed that it had fallen off. Not a big deal, I figured I'd find it later.
So, about 8 pm that night I head to the bathroom before eating dinner. What do you think I found in my underwear? Yeah, that's right internet. My Band-Aid. But, that's not even the weird part. It wasn't just hanging out in there all day, nonononono. IT WAS STUCK TO MY PERSONAL LADY HAIRS. ALL DAY. You read that correctly. I had to cut a Band-Aid out of my...area.
This is the type of thing that could only happen to the girl who had a bird shit into her non-convertible car while she was going 65 mph on the high way (my passenger side window was rolled down about an inch...No, I'm not kidding. Really did happen...).
4 comments:
I cracked an embarrassing laugh at this today. Awesome!You should post this at FML.com
See, people? This is why I blog. So that someone can benefit from the comedy of my errors. Thanks, Lina!
HAHAHAHAHAHA
That's funny but gross at the same time lol. xx
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