sexy can you? yes, yes you can.

To the patron sitting on the other side of the bookshelf from me, GO GET YOURSELF A DRINK OF WATER WOMAN! How many times do you have to clear your throat, give a cough, and make that wheezing sound before EUREAKA!, there’s the drinking fountain! Yes, there you go! Keep walking, you are headed in the right direction.

Here’s a thought for you – underwear in your purse. Shoot, underwear in any carrying tote that you happen to be sporting that day. Why is it, how is it, that we’ve all been there? Laugh out loud ladies, but if not yet; at some point in your life, you’re going to have underwear in your purse. I pray you’ll have underwear in your purse! If you haven’t yet, you haven’t lived. Don't judge.

For those I now pray for, having underwear in your purse is like the date you brought to the dinner party when you didn’t really want to. Sure, from the outside it all looks fine, but if they only knew. The “underwear” is inescapable. You try going making dashing off to the bathroom, to the buffet for tardy seconds, never staying in one place for fear someone will pick up on your uneasiness; but even after an hour walking down memory lane retelling countless inside jokes, you cant get your mind off it - he’s still there, and you’re going home with it. Might as well accept it. THE CURSE OF THE UNDIES IN THE PURSIES. My suggestion to you virgin of the dreaded dinner date – confess in a friend – ASAP. While not only will it ease your mind, you’re going to make someone’s day. I know the last time I received a text confessing her underwear were in her purse, at least until she reached the restaurant, I brought new meaning to random outburst of laughter. Thank you for that Anna Fleming. And let me express my deepest apologies to the Carroll student sitting nearest to me in the library… if they only knew….