How Embarassing

As aforementioned, the pants I'm wearing today are kind of tight. They're maternity, but they're the type that has elastic in the back and still opens and closes in the front. About an hour or so ago I decided that I'd had enough of them cutting into my belly. I'd made my bathroom run and filled my water so I knew I wouldn't be getting up for a while. My cube is pretty private, Nelda can see into it and when she's working her back faces me. My shirt is long enough that even if I had to turn and talk to someone they wouldn't know the difference. So, I unbuttoned them. That felt so good that I unzipped them. 'What's the harm,' I was thinking. (Can you see where this is going?)

So, a few minutes ago, Lisa unexpectedly popped into my cube and asked if I could run downstairs with her to get a box that she'd brought me - she has pink-eye and and had to leave early. So, without even thinking I popped up and started to follow. Ugh. Thankfully I didn't make it out of my cube before I realized what I was doing, but it was still mortifying. Thankfully it was a woman... I can't imagine if it was one of the several fifty-ish men around here.

Needless to say my pants are buttoned now and I'm counting the hours to the end of the work day.