Sometimes You’re the Windshield…

mmmm….carbon…sometimes you’re the bug. Last week, I screwed up making couscous. Couscous, people! Here is the complex recipe:

1. Boil water.
2. Add couscous.

And yet I ruined it.

Yesterday, I forgot to change my shoes at work. Due to the longish (10-minute) walk from my car, I Working-Girl it and wear some stylish but comfy Merrell shoes. They’re brown, and my pants black, so when I Mister-Rogers it and change shoes at my desk, I pick shoes to match my outfit. Yes, I have a shoe collection in my coat closet at the office. Work with me here.

I went to a very important meeting full of people who wear designer clothes and have no clue what Working-Girl means (in the context of shoes). Doh! There I was with brown shoes and black pants. Ugly.

Back at my desk, I changed into my Mary Janes and proceeded my usual clomping through the halls. Then this happened.

Can’t a girl catch a break?