I was doing errands last week, and in an attempt to be productive, I decided to pack a snack. Being a few days before grocery shopping, there weren't many choices, but I did spy a KIND bar.
A dark chocolate – cherry – almond bar, to be precise. The very best kind, in other words.
Right before I ran into Target to pick up yet another prescription for one of my children, I realized that I was ravenously hungry. I ripped open the bar, and took a big bite. It wasn't until I had chewed and swallowed that I looked down, and realized that the bar had dropped chocolate flakes all over my khaki shorts.
No big deal. I'll just wipe them off. Except that I forgot that you can't wipe off chocolate flakes. You just get gigantic smears, which is not a super attractive look in khaki shorts. I had no time to change, so I just decided to obsess about it, pretend like it wasn't there, and go about my day.
Same day, later in the afternoon:
I made an iced coffee. I took a gigantic sip and somehow, in a manner that I have yet to understand, but seems completely befitting someone like me – the straw slipped out of my mouth as I was sipping. I shot coffee all over my hair, and all over my shirt.
And my khaki shorts.
I think the next thing I purchase should be a Tide pen.