My husband is a pretty easy going guy
I mean, he has to me seeing as he took the plunge with me.
Last night I mortified him.
Even I was a little embarrassed...
And embarrassing me is not easy.
Heck, I accidentally peed my pants last week in (pregnancy...what gives??)
and it didn't even phase me.
Last night I was out shopping with my husband at Ross, trying to find some maternity clothes that don't make me look like a whale (My celebrity look alike is Free Willy as of late).
I was going to and from the dressing room, and they kept this meticulous count of the clothes I brought both in and out.
I guess I can't blame them.
I look like I'm stuffing clothes under my shirt with how fat I'm getting.
I was in the aisle and I found a top that I wanted to try on.
Now I did have an undershirt on, and I really didn't want to go back to the paranoid theft prevention fitting room attendants, so I ripped off my top shirt (leaving my undershirt) to try on the top.
|Cute right?? Don't worry, I bought it.|
But when I looked down, my undershirt had disappeared.
And I was standing in the aisle wearing...well...not much.
My husband turned to talk to me and his eyes went HUGE.
Like a "What the heck are you doing?!!" look.
I tried to quickly redress myself, but you know how shirts are...I couldn't find the sleeves...
All I can say is that the patrons of Ross got quite the awesome show last night.
And my husband...well...he's recovering.