Wednesday, September 22, 2010
you can call me marilyn
Confession: This morning I had my own Marilyn Monroe moment. I was feeling all cute and spiffy in my little wrap dress from Ann Taylor Loft this morning when I walked out of the work cafeteria with my scrambled egg whites in a whole wheat wrap (a treat to myself since I had an 8am dentist appointment). I was walking with a little pep in my step for about 6 steps or so when all of a sudden a gust of wind came out of no where - and up went my dress. I did a swift turn-around-so-people-in-the-caf-don't-see and as doing so grabbed the dress down and held on for dear life. Then I giggled all the way back to my desk.
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