It's a Monday

There are days when I commit random acts of stupidity and today juuusstttt happens to be one of them. I woke up on time, lingered in the shower, poofed the hair, applied the makeup-complimented myself on looking mighty fine and left the house. Scampered into work and saw my reflection in the elevator doors...something was amiss. My mind tripped...

Houston we have a problem...
Lipstick on the teeth? Nope
War paint Blush? Nope-blended well
Slip hanging out-that's a negatory
Bozo the Clown stray hairs? everything's in the green Mission Control

WTF????????????

As I exited, it dawned on me. I was wearing my shirt backwards (the decorative buttons around the collar were on my back instead of the front). Now this in itself is not a crime and quite frankly it breaks me up however, there were 3 suits in our waiting room that I had to walk past to get to my desk. Let us discuss the embarassment factor shall we? I tried to play it cool, be nonchalant and not giggle my ass off then one of the guys says, "Nice shirt" I wanted to shrivel up and crawl under my desk. Being a huge Howard Jones fan (Mister Happy Songs from the 80's for the youngsters) I'm gonna work the positive angle, things can only get better whoa whoa whoa whoaaaa LMAO