I have previously alluded to my inability to perform simple tasks like remaining fully clothed while standing around. Since I'm not a tease (when it comes to blogging), I am giving you my best Wardrobe Malfunctions: 2002-2009 edition.
I was sitting in my bishop's office for my high school graduation interview. It's just a friendly chat (Where are you going to college? Are you excited? Make sure you sign up for Institute first thing, and don't be a stranger at your home ward!), but at some point the top two buttons of my shirt came undone, leaving me and black lace bra just chilling there.
Yup, I flashed my bishop.
I was getting out of a friend's van in high heels and a knit skirt after church. My heel caught my hem, I kinda stumbled, and the next thing I knew I was standing in Douglas Street in my underpants.
I believe an elderly couple was in the car behind us.
Fall firm crawl. I've already spilled a Diet Coke on the carpet in the conference room at Van Cott. At Ray Quinney, my top two buttons (different shirt) once again betrayed me mid-conversation with an attorney. Shocking I didn't get a job in Salt Lake, right?
Sitting at work at the Deseret Book. Have no idea when it happened. Around two o'clock I glance down and notice (yup) my buttons have come undone. I've just been chilling at a high traffic area of the corporate office, pulling a JLo.
Buttons are my mortal enemy.