The Ya-Ya Sisterhood of the Missing Gym Pants.

Lately, I’ve been all rah-rah about my fitness regime and trooping over to the gym every other day. Well last Wednesday, I headed for my Yoga class. Figured I need to stretch my achy muscles. Made an effort to leave work early and managed to get a car park lot at the gym without queuing. Yay! So far so good. Day’s coming along just fine. Happily trooped down to the changing room and was half way into my gym attire when I realised that my gym pants weren’t in the bag. I emptied the entire contents of my bag onto the floor. No gym pants!!! I can't exactly walk around the gym partially dressed in my top and undies. So I had to change back into my work outfit, stomped my way to the car, chucked my gym bag into the backseat and backed out of my precious precious parking lot. I was muttering curses under my breath all the way home.

Parked the car in the driveway at home, pulled the handbrake, turned around to retrieve my gym bag and guess what I saw lying on the backseat?! MY GYM PANTS!!! WAH LAO EH!!! Something like that can only happen to me loh!!! Of course I complained to Stephen, and of course I didn’t get any sympathy. Not one of my brilliant moments.