Clean and Presentable… Or So I Thought

 

Let me precede this by saying that I am not a drinking woman. That said, as I was getting dressed to go out yesterday (And I'm not out to impress anyone, I'm happy enough to be clean and presentable.), I was trying to put on a pair of dangle earrings. It was a short dangle mind you, because when you get older you don't want to be flashy.

One of them slipped out of my hand and, I presumed, hit the floor. So I took the other one off, put on a new set of earrings and went on my way. I did a little grocery shopping, picked up something at the pharmacy, stopped by the library, and went into the local barbecue place. (Big Woody’s Barbecue –the porksteaks! – but I digress.)

It was only when I got home, and happened to look in the mirror, that I spotted the dangle earring that I had tried to put on in the morning. It had caught in my sweater and was hanging, how can I put this, on my right chest-al area where one might wear a pastie (and I'm not talking the Irish hand pie).

Today was even worse.

Welcome to another slice of 'Life on Planet Pattie.' 

 

How are things going for you? Go on, I want to hear about your embarrassing moments.

This story is part of my series Life on Planet Pattie, about the foibles of life, resilience, and the occasional furniture-moving adventure. It appears the first Monday of every month.

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