What a way to top off a long day.
I’m at the Big Y grocery shopping when Cole dumps over Genny’s milk jug onto himself, our groceries and the floor. While I’m trying to clean up all the mess, Cole dumps over my ice-tea.
The fun wasn’t over yet either.
As I’m bent over mopping up milky ice-tea, I notice a man with a handlebar mustache saying, “Excuse me, ma’am.”
“Yes?” I ask, thinking he’s come to my assistance.
“You’re falling out of your…bra there.” He averted his eyes.
“Argh, I’m having a rough day.”
He politely excused himself as I tucked my errant nipple back in. I really shouldn’t wear this tank top in public anymore.