Not To Be Trusted With Nylons
This was me by the end of the workday today ((Note that my skirt isn’t actually that short – I just hiked it up for the photo to demonstrate the extent of my nylon carnage)):
I am all class.
Update #1: Almost immediately upon uploading this photo to Flickr, some random emailed me to hit on me. True story.
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Um… 8-D
I destroy them, too. Do you need me to buy more size A for you?
Also – is that one of your steamed shirts?
It *is* steamed shirt! Good eye, Sarah! It does look a bit wrinkly, but that was after wearing it all day. And thanks for the offer, but I’ll just make Kim take me to Costco here!
Love it! LOL
Awesome! lol
That just made my day.
Erika, somehow I picture this being what happens to you every time you wear nylons.
Your nylons look like they’ve been ravaged by a pack of wild badgers. Or perhaps got caught in the crossfire of an angry leprechaun war.
It was totally the result of an angry Leprechaun war. Don’t tell Rick.