On certain days, I can walk around like my isht don’t stink. Don’t know why its only on certain days and not every day. Something in the way I sleep, brush my teeth, put on my makeup…something. But God and the powers that be, always seem to have a way of slapping me upside my head and saying “honey, that funky attitude HAS to go!’ Her blog , Exposed....reminded me of it.

I don’t know what happened that morning but I remember when I walked into work I felt extremely….hot. Don’t know if it was a new shade of lipstick (of which I am a lipstick whore), a new pair of panties or what but I remember walking in the doors of my building with my head so far in the clouds I could have high fived God.

I was hungry so I went to cafeteria to get me something to eat. I walked to one area to the next and in the middle of going to another area, I glanced up to lock eyes with a younger man across the cafeteria. A younger man. Let me say that again…A YOUNGER MAN!!! Was eyeballing ME. I instantly looked away but still…when I walked to another area, I had my slow sexy stroll down pat and my tummy sucked in.

When I stopped (nearly ready to pass out from the tummy sucking in) I glanced to where he was and he was heading in my direction. I didn’t even bother to look away. When he got close enough to me he leaned over and whispered ‘Your tag is showing’.

I asked ‘what???’ and he said “your tag is showing…your shirt is on inside out’

I reached around and sure enough, I could feel my tag and I closed my eyes…praying for that allusive trap door that never seems to open up when you need it. I opened my eyes, praying for a miracle and I glanced down at my arms where yes, there the seam was, proudly for all to see. My young stud muffin was there helping out the old lady who had trouble dressing her self. Not because I was all that and a bag of French of fries.

Confucius say… Being humble has it strong points.