Originally Posted by 2wheelwoman
If you find a magic elixor we can take to keep food from hitting our clothes instead of our mouth - I want some. I'm forever dripping or dropping. Nothing has beat a day at work when I went out to lunch with some big-wigs and for some incredibly stupid reason ordered a meatball sandwich. Yep, a runaway meatball hit the shelf, then rolled over the edge and dropped into the lap and rolled on down the leg. And, of course, I was wearing a fairly new powder-blue suit. It left a sauce-track the whole way that never came out.
It seems there are some women who this kind of thing never happens to. They don't ever look messy, they don't ever have a run in their stockings, theirs socks always match, they never break off a heel in the morning and spend the day lurching around. Why is that? And why can't I be like that??
P.S. The BBQ rib rack sounds yummy. I love BBQ.
Oh, oh, thanks for the laugh! I definitely know what you mean!! When I read "meatball," I thought "what was she thinking??!!" Too many times my tummy, not my brain, has controlled what I ordered.
Working mostly with men, I sometimes think I'm looking okay for the day until I run into a woman who is exquisitely groomed, right down to her dainty painted toes! Oh, how I cringe! Why do we do that to ourselves??