Sally strikes again.

I get dressed in the dark. Every morning I carefully choose clothing from my closet by feel so that I don't disturb my sleeping husband and dog. This morning I plucked from the closet a yellow shirt and a pair of jeans.

I should have looked closer.

I was in the ladies room just about fifteen minutes ago when I noticed my jeans were ventilated. Now, it isn't noticeable unless you are laying on the floor looking directly up at my crotch, but it's still a pretty good size hole. So, now I'm sitting here with my legs crossed as tightly as possible, hoping no one slithers underneath my desk to try and sneak a peak at my goodies.

This is getting ridiculous.