Gregor, I'm going to stab you with a spork

Today, to celebrate the -30 weather and thus the coming of spring, I wore a skirt. Ok, so I was blackmailed and bribed. Believe what you will.

This was not just any skirt. This was a pink plaid, short and sexy article paired with a button down shirt and knee socks. Now, for those who know me, you can appreciate how much trouble I have with clothing anyway, so the wearing of stuff where I have to not sit down with my legs spread is usually an adventure.

I was doing so well today.

And then Gregor planted his face in my belly and blew. Like any sane girl, I flew backwards, except he was hugging my legs, so instead of creating distance, I hit the floor. Gracefully. In a short skirt. In front of Gregor.

In short, I flashed a large group of people, and then did it again when I stood up.

Not as bad as this weekend's work escapades (I forgot to put on a shirt and showed up in a bra), but still mildly embarrassing.

So, dammitall Gregor, I'm going to stab you. With a spork.