I am a foodie through and through. Cooking and eating are two of my most favorite past times, but lately I’ve been trying to keep a better watch on what I’m eating and commit to being more active.
Yesterday I noticed a little extra wiggle room in my dress pants, so today I tried to squeeze into a pair that didn’t fit me the entire winter, and, wah-lah, they fit!!
(Admittedly, they weren’t as comfy as yesterday’s pants, but I wasn’t uncomfortable either, so, I’ll take it).
Just my luck, today kicked off Starbucks annual Frappuccino Happy Hour. All fraps are half off.
To make matters worse, there’s one “on-campus” at my work.
Of course I indulged.
Between meetings I grabbed a tall java chip frappuccino (light), with whip. (The whip was a last minute add-on though; resistance was futile).
I should mention when I attend meetings, I’m always juggling (at a minimum) a wireless mouse, my laptop, a notebook, a pen and my iPhone.
I never have pockets in my pants, so I just stack everything on top of the laptop like a little jenga puzzle and slowly balance my way from one destination to another.
Add my frap to the mix, and today I was really tempting fate.
High fives to me! I SURVIVED the trip to my 2:00 meeting, so enjoyed sipping the whipped cream for the next half hour, and then headed to my next conference room with all my belongings (and the frap) in tow.
Just as I was exiting, I nearly smacked into the Network Manager on his way into the room I was leaving.
I barely missed him (whew), but my phone slid off the laptop onto the floor, and without thinking, I squatted down to retrieve it (trying not to lose the mouse, notebook, pen or frap, too).
And there it was, riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip.
Sounded like a fart, and might’ve been less embarrassing if it was. But, no, it was about six inches of the inseam down my left inner thigh splitting, in slow motion.
I stood up. My ever so porcelain thigh popped out, and the Network Manager walked away, silently.
Friggin’ whipped cream.
There was nothing I could do, really. No time to react, nothing to say, just time for another meeting.
So, I high-tailed it to the next meeting room and contemplated how, tomorrow, I’d have them hold the whip, please.