Thank goodness for laundry day

I planned on doing my laundry Wednesday night, but instead I went to dinner with friends.  I planned on doing my laundry Thursday night, but instead I went shopping with a girlfriend.  This morning I tore apart my sock/underwear/nylons/misc drawer (you know the one) looking for a backup pair.  Just when I was about to resort to bikini bottoms I stumbled across a pair I'd forgotten I owned.  My most grandma-ish pair.  Yes!

It was a gorgeous day today, albeit a slow day at work, which means I left the office at 4:30pm.  I ran an errand and on my jacket-free walk to the subway I noticed a Pinkberry.  Yum!  Of course I had to stop.

I was walking along 14th Street, headed to the 2/3, thinking about what a perfect spring moment I was having, cup of froyo in one hand, spoon shoveling in the other, when whoosh!!  And up flies my dress.  I'd changed into comfier flats so I didn't think twice about walking over the grates that run above the subway I usually avoid when in heels.

I scrambled to pull the spoon outta my mouth, stick it into the cup, and use the one now free hand to push down my dress and I scampered off the grate.  I wasn't super successful.  Oh yeah, and it was 5:30, when everyone's leaving work and heading to the subway.

Thank goodness for laundry day.  Had it been any other day I wouldn't have been so...covered.