So, I've been back running (saw a coyote this morning! How cool a city is this?) and feeling fit and trim and so today wore a flowy, short little number, that number being a dress.
I had just returned without incident from lunch and was about to enter the building. I reached out to open the door and an opportunistic gust of wind lifted my skirt to the heavens.
That's right, lunchtime at Fifth and Mission. Total Marilyn Monroe. What could I do? I laughed.
Two reporters were coming in behind me (emphasis on "behind"), and we had quite a chuckle. The male reporter lamented that it was all too quick to catch on his camera phone.
Thank god I didn't do laundry last night, or I would have been wearing one of my new thongs!
Sometimes it pays to be lazy.