Ok. So, this tale begins about 3 weeks ago. It was a normal, crazy morning. I get up and get the kids up, ready, and out the door to school. I was due to be at work to interview a girl at noon. I got ready, and had to pick up Owen for school (I carpool). I rushed
inside Jessica's (Owens mom) house and waited patiently while she finished getting Owen ready. We got to school and I went
inside to drop off the boys. Tyke was having a day where he didn't want to go to school and was being a bit fussy about me leaving. So, I stuck around a minute or to then left. I proceeded to call Jett, we were meeting for lunch before the interview. I went to pick him up and we went
inside Jimmy Johns to eat. It was fairly busy. After lunch, I rushed Jett back to work and then I was off to work myself.
I went inside to meet with this girl. Sitting in the waiting room of the salon was my first client, patiently waiting, an HOUR early for her appointment. I walked over to her and explained she was early but she was welcome to wait for me to do the interview. She did. By the way, I didn't bother putting my apron on because I wasn't planning on cutting hair just yet. I began the interview. After I was done I escorted my first client of the day to my chair. Walking towards the mirror I noticed my zipper WIDE OPEN!! Yes, people, I went to 550 different places, did an interview, and started working on my client with an open fly. Aaaaah! All I could do was laugh. I just started laughing and laughing. How embarrassing! Oh well. It is pretty funny.
Well, about a week ago, I get home from work. Do some things around the house then go to use the bathroom. I went to undo my zipper and realized that wasn't necessary because, well, it was already undone. What the heck!?
Now to finalize all this craziness. At the end of my day,
today, I am getting the salon all picked up and cleaned before I leave. I go to use the bathroom and the same freaking thing! MY ZIPPER IS UNDONE!! What is happening!? What is my problem!? This is so dumb! Kristi, ZIP UP YOUR FREAKING PANTS PLEASE!!! I'm sure the whole freaking town knows every color of underwear I own. SERIOUSLY! Freak.