I SWEAR MY LIFE IS ONE LONG OUTTAKE FROM THE METH AND RED SHOW

And considering how awful the meth and red show was, that's a pretty bad outtake.

So today i had my bra in my pocketbook(i'll spare yall the reason why)and as i reached in my bag for my cell, it fell out, much to my chagrin.

Oh...you *want* to know why i had a bra in my bag? Well its basically for this reason: The top i was wearing had a shelf bra, but i really wasn't sure if it was going to provide enough support. So like the worrywart i am, I brought along a bra to wear underneath the top. Just in case. I mean im not HUGE up top but i do have something, and though i had on a cardigan for modesty's sake i couldn't help but feel like that wasn't enough. Fortunately (or unfortunately depending on how you look at it) i didn't need it, and that leads into the ensuing debacle.

So I'm talking to some colleagues. I reach into my purse for my cell and *bloop* hellooo black bra with hot pink piping! I really thought i could will myself to disappear then and there but no go. Fortunately i have lightning quick reflexes, and almost as soon as the offending garment hit the floor it was in back in my bag. I don't think anyone noticed because no one reacted, but then again most folks are great actors.