Emergency shirt

[jethrien]

I was convinced that the blood drive was tomorrow. It is in fact today.

My blouse's sleeves don't roll up.

At all, really. I can't get the cuff above my elbow. There are no buttons.

Emergency lunch trip to Filene's Basement. I've acquired a black cowl-necked sweater, with very stretchy sleeves, that I think I can wear again, for the low low price of $15. Coworkers have agreed that it is in fact cute and wearable, and that is not a product of my shopping-panic.

Win!

(Yes, I suppose I could have skipped the blood drive, but this is the lamest excuse in the world. "I'm sorry, small child dying of cancer, you can't have any clean blood because I was a dumbass and wore the wrong shirt.")

Comments

[ivy03.livejournal.com]

Now I feel all guilty for not donating. But, judging on the kerfuffle at the doctor's office the last time they had to draw blood, I don't think my unstickableness has changed. And I'm type O, too!