This past week. I tell you. How did your week go? That bad?
Here's how to tell if your week was as bad as my week.
Wednesday, I was standing in front of my class of 32 sophomores when I felt something on my foot. I looked down.
It was my skirt. Around my ankles. NOT, as it were, around my waist, where--I'm told--skirts normally reside, in the everyday working of things.
Did you find out that your lower half of your clothing was NOT covering your privates? While standing in front of a room of teenagers?
Then YOUR week was not as bad as it could have been.