I ran all over town wearing my fabulous new boots, and a pair of jeans.
I had a little swagger in my step, beause I knew I looked good. In fact, I caught a few men and one woman checking out my butt. I was pretty sure I was having a good butt day (which is way cooler than a good hair day).
I picked the kids up from school, feeling pretty darned good about myself, and when we got out of the car Jane just laughed and pointed.
Big hole, and I was wearing red underwear. Mercifully not awful thongs.