Friday, January 23, 2009


And now I know why they are called slips. Many moons ago while walking down 23rd Street, off Lex, I felt something tugging at my knees. To my horror I saw that my slip had...slipped, and was at my ankles. Clearly the elastic had snapped, allowing the offending undergarment to slither down. So I just stepped out of it and kept walking.

As you can see above, that is my slip on the floor of my office. WTF?

Is this common?


Anonymous said...

Not sure how common this is...but it IS hot! (& all the more so for being unintentional...)

heidi said...

the universe is telling you something... something slippie. xoh