Are you kidding?

You can't honestly tell me that there wouldn't be 27 male coworkers standing around to help this thirsty gal. PUUH-leeeze.



Or that she is *really* thinking about playing golf in those heels:



And this gal? She seriously needs to get some better fitting panties:



That last one reminds me of a funny thing that happened to me on the way to the office. Okay, I wasn't exactly going to the office. I was leaving a restaurant with my husband.

I had worked a night shift, peeled off my clothes, threw some jammies on and crawled in to bed. I woke up to go to the bathroom around noon and couldn't go back to sleep, so he asked me if I wanted to go have Chinese food. YUM! Count me in! So I grabbed my jeans from the night before, threw on a t-shirt and was out the door.

As we were sitting eating, this party of four at the next table kept looking our direction and snickering. Whatever. People are weird. I am, too. So we finish eating, get up, walk through the restaurant, pay and leave via the front door. As we are standing on the sidewalk, Troy looks down and bursts in to laughter.

"What is THAT?" he asks as he looks down at my feet.

And there, much to my embarrassment and amusement (because I am frequently amused by things that are embarrassing) are a pair of my red thong panties sneaking out of the bottom of my pant leg.

In my haste to get out the door for lunch, I had neglected to shake them out of my jeans before I put the jeans on.

Nice.

I didn't look nearly as classy as the woman in the poster. You know, because losing your panties on a public bus while toting your groceries home is *so* classy.

(images found on this way too cool and fun site: http://www.allposters.com/-st/Pin-Ups-Vintage-Art-Posters_c57131_p2_.htm)