My skirt blew up.....again.

I have been wanting to start this blog for a while and I will explain the blah blahs about that momentarily but first I have to explain the title of this post.

My skirt blew up....again.

Meaning, this is not the first time that people have seen the Julia show from below.

The first time was.. 2 summers ago I think. I had left my car at Kevin and Melissa's house overnight after some heavy drinking. I had my mom take me to my car the next day. I had on a cute black skirt and a blue tank top. And a thong, of course. I don't own "butt panties" ass I call them. I just don't like them.

It was a blustery day. My mom pulls up in front of the house and Kevin is outside washing his boat with his totally adorable (totes adorbs is what I wanted to say) son. I get out of my car and reach my arm up to wave and what happens? My skirt flys up and does a good 5 second flutter. Revealing my thonged ass.

Kevin looked away quickly pretending like he didn't see it. I called my sister laughing histerically but also totally MORTIFIED. (Did I sound like one of those people that writes into Seventeen magazine??)

Well, needless to say he DID see and I have NOT heard the end of it. 2 years later.

Fast forward to this morning. I walk out to my car to get a stamp to mail my rent check. A nice gust of wind lifts my brown cotton skirt of and there's the show again! Lets not even discuss the fact that my bare ass was facing the office.

Let us DO discuss the fact that a Cintas truck was pulling up as this happened.

Know who drives a truck for Cintas? Kevin.

Thankfully he was not driving this truck (I know, that would make the story much better). Instead, another Cintas employee got the opportunity to witness my white whale.

And I thank you.

Explination on the creation at this blog later today. Right now, I actually have some work to do. (??) Ugh.