I went out shopping after work tonight to find a top for tomorrow night. After trying on 12 different shirts, it became pretty evident that I wasn't having much luck. The only one I loved was not available in my size. Upon trying on one more bad shirt, the saleslady asked me, "How did you do?" Instead of shrugging apologetically and saying "No luck," which was what I intended to do, I actually inadvertently blurted out rather sharply, "No chance!" When I realized how horrible that sounded, I started to giggle and I couldn't stop. Walking through the mall laughing to myself made me *that girl* tonight. Sigh.
Despite having that unusual wardrobe malfunction, I am very excited to spend some time on a ghost hunting tour with a policeman tomorrow night.
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