It is my dream that someday, the head partner guy at work will come into my office and say, "-R-, we have this really important project in London that only you can do, so we are sending you to London for six months. You will have to work up to six hours a day, and have the rest of your day for sightseeing. And we will pay for H to go with you." It is going to be marvelous!
But anyway, today this guy from London was visiting our firm, and a guy I worked with asked if I wanted to go to lunch with the Londoner and him. My answer was, "YESSSSSSSSSS.......... Damn I have a stupid conference call at noon. NOOOOOOOOOO!"
It is probably a good thing that I couldn't attend the lunch and fall in crush with the Londoner though. This is what I was wearing today:
But check this out:
I bought these pants at least 6 years ago and then never got them hemmed, so I couldn't wear them. I finally got them hemmed, and now I realize that they have the hugest crotch ever. OMG. But I must wear them anyway because they were expensive, and I have had them for six years and moved them to 3 different houses. I must get my money's worth. However, I don't think London Dude needs to see them.