Just call me Lucy...

I swear sometimes my life is an episode of I Love Lucy...

We had our annual Bar Association Luncheon today. This morning I went to put on my nicest summer suit. Which is cream colored. The only cream colored hose I had in my drawer were losing their elastisity, but, I put them on anyway, figuring they would be okay.

Suffice it to say that they were NOT okay.

Suffice it to say that when I stood up to applaud for the installation of the new Board of Trustees, and while I was standing at a table in the front of the room (because one of the attorneys from my firm was being sworn in as one of the Trustees) my pantyhose FELL DOWN. THEY FELL DOWN. Around my knees. Below the hemline of my beautiful cream colored suit.

I wanted to crawl into a hole.

I had to walk, awkwardly, out the doors of the hotel ballroom and sneak into the bathroom.

And then I left. I couldn't walk back into the luncheon.

Oy vey. Oy vey oy vey oy vey...

With a face that is about as red as the radishes in her mediocre luncheon salad,
LM