Today when I got home I did some chores and started the dough for an awesome loaf of bread that is now baking, smelling amazing, and making me hungry.
Anyways, I needed to go to class for about 30 minutes for my drawing portfolio review and since I knew I wouldn’t be gone too long I didn’t bother to fix my hair or put on anything nice. In fact, I threw on a shirt that I’d sworn off a few weeks ago after a one-eye’d customer asked me when I was due (that was a horrific experience).
So, it figures that as I walked out of my building to head to class two gorgeous, tan, and shirtless models were following the photographer that lives above me into our building for a shoot. I almost laughed out loud. Of course there are shirtless models in my building on the day that my hair looks less than great and I have my prego shirt on. Of course.
And I guess it’s an unwritten (or written) rule for models to have their shirts off at all times. Surely that’s why they were shirtless in the lobby of my apartment building. I’m totally ok with it, I’m just saying…
I mean, in reality I don’t have a chance with guys like that on my best day. I’m WAY too awkward. But usually when I exit the building I expect to see the old man who can’t remember my name so he calls me “Baby Girl” or my neighbor smoking, NOT gorgeous models. Ugh..
If I’d had known I would’ve fixed my hair and left the prego shirt in its hiding place. Lesson learned.
Am I alone in this? Surely not. I need your stories. 
Krista
