Tits Ahoy!

I woke up this morning in a complete haze. This haze was caused by a multitude of things...too much red wine with Lesty....crazy graphic dreams, probably caused by aforementioned red wine...and my goofy cat waking me up every five minutes or so.

Above picture is me, and how I looked upon waking up this morning. Check out that cool 'do. Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me?

At any rate, due to the fact that I was in a fog this morning, and in a hurry to get to work, I pulled on some clothes that were sitting in a pile on my dresser. Nothing to get too excited about...a black top, jeans, and some boots to complete the outfit. My usual "i dress like i'm not going to work" look.

Tossed on my puffy jacket (sans cupcake frosting, thank you very much) and was off.

At some point during the morning, I needed to pee, and was thankful for a reason to get up from my desk. I sauntered through the halls, and was perplexed at the attention I was garnering from men in the office that don't normally think I'm all that, or who never really feel the need to say hello to me, etc.

I opened the door to the bathroom and in the full length mirror I saw exactly what was causing all the broohaha. It was most indeedy the low cut, backless number I had thrown on in my sleep coma. This is a top that most definitely should never make an appearance in the office. I do believe that this is a top that I wore on my first date with my current BF, the one that is not only severely low cut, but also see through.

Oy.

I scurried back to my desk and thankfully found a hoodie hanging from the back of my chair. That fucker slid on quite nicely, and I zipped it up and went about my day, as if I hadn't just flashed my tits at the president of my company, and everyone else in between.

Note to self...get some fucking SLEEP at night!!!!

Edited to include a fairly recent picture of me, all nice and cleaned up. A girl's got SOME pride, you know!