I put my t-shirt on backwards this morning.
Sad thing is, I didn’t discover that I had done so until I was walking down the street and couldn’t figure out why I felt so constricted around my neck. When I felt the neck line, I also felt a tag.
You gotta be kidding me.
Another one of those times when you hope no one is looking.
At least it was only 6:15 am and still not quite the middle of day. I sure thought about removing my arms from the armholes and switching back around before I got to the busy streets, but, I thought better of it and pretended I was right.
I went through a whole scenario should someone ask me during my walk why I was wearing my shirt backwards.
“I felt bad for my husband because he did it too, and I didn’t want him to feel out of place.”
“Oh, haven’t you heard? It’s the latest thing.”
“Perdon, no hablo bien ingles. Lo siento…”
I am grateful to walk at pre-dawn.
I am grateful no one else walks at pre-dawn.
And I am grateful that at least I didn’t forget to put a shirt on.