Here's one of mine...
I was at work, and everything was going fine. I went to lunch with a co-worker and on our way back from lunch, she starts freaking out telling me to stop walking and to get as close to her as possible. weird right??? So Im thinking, what the hell are you smoking chick?? Turns out...I had a huge tear in the seat of my jeans and my whole rear-end was hanging out!!! Ya know..I was thinking those jean felt kinda roomy, i just thought maybe i was finally losing weight! HA!!! Is that the end of the story...no! So the rest of the day, Im having to walk around with a jacket tied around my waste. I get home and all my, now x-husband, could do was make fun of me. Even after I begged him to stop, he kept on and on. I finally had enough and decided to go out with my sister that night. On my way out, my "monthly visitor" came to check in on me! Good grief!! So me and my sister are sitting at a small local bar and we are just going over and over how horrible the day has been. I went to go home and I had a flat tire! Seriously!! It was just a series of bad luck the whole day! I was so happy when the day finally ended!!! hahaha!
