Garbage

I get to Starbucks near work this morning, in order to get some studying time in before my shift starts.  As it is a full day today, the last of my worries is how I look (go figure this would be true right???).

As I was a delinquent this weekend and didn't do my laundry, I'm down to very few underoos.  So I'm wearing a pair that say, "Dear Santa" on the front and "I want everything, Love me" stamped across my butt.  Yes, this is covered up by a pair of jeans.

Yet, I could handle Santa bringing me everything, heck, maybe these will give me good luck today!

Well, that hope was squashed early on.  I walk across the little parking lot, only to get stared at, then whistled at by the garbage men.

Santa, when I said I wanted everything, I was not referring to garbage! 

On another note, happy birthday Annie!!!  I'm looking forward to our oh so thrilling appointment.