So I was making lunches today and got strawberry juice on my shirt. I debated going upstairs to change and decided not, because changing my shirt would mean changing my pants and sweater too, and I only have brown pants clean and non-wrinkled, and don't feel like wearing brown shoes today. Besides, my manager spent a whole day wearing pants with baby barf on them last week - AND NO ONE EVEN NOTICED.
I love working with other moms.
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