This morning, I was dragging myself out of bed, contemplating what to wear. I didn't want to iron anything, so I figured a dress is always the best solution for these types of days. Hmm, dress 1 - wore last week, dress 2 - wore two weeks ago, dress 3 thru 10 - way too short and hookerish, dress 11 - perfect, haven't worn it in a few months.
I get ready and put my cute little red wrap-around dress on and matching shoes. Add fabulous accessories and I'm out the door. 
(This is my dress but in solid red)
As usual, stopping off in Starbucks for an iced green tea is quite the chore, being that 80% of Dallas thinks it's a good idea to be there at 8:30 in the morning! I'm maneuvering in and out of the crowd, waiting for my drink to be prepared, when all of a sudden, my red leather bag (conveniently matching, huh?) catches a hold of the cute bow I tied (but failed to double-knot) and pulls it loose. So there, my cute little dress falls apart, with me still standing in the middle. Luckily I catch it before too much leg is revealed, but definitely was giving out some cleavage shots. Whoops, and being the classy, tactful girl that I am, I managed to let out a slight "Oh fuck!" in the process. Maybe I should really just stick to slacks and button-downs.
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This sounds like a Molly episode...y'all must be related :)
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