During lunch yesterday, I spilled a large quantity of chicken soup down my front.  It was actually quite painful, but don’t worry, I’m fine.  Thanks for asking.

So this morning, I’m typing away when I notice that nearly 24 hours and a shower later, I still smell rather chicken noodley.  After a few minutes of wondering if I imagined that shower, I realized that it must be because the soup soaked into the lining of my bra that I’m wearing again today.

Instead of getting up and changing, here’s my plan of action:

1. Laugh at myself for being pretty gross
2. Blog about it
3. E-mail several people about this, including boys I may be interested in
4. Wonder why I’m still single