Some things just make me laugh.

Take this for example, I organized a meet-up for a bunch of  Maine children’s authors and illustrators.  I formed a list, picked a date.  I found a room and ordered some cheese plates.  Do I sound like a capable person? Sure.

Yeah, not so much.

You see, I walked into that event with my skirt upside down and inside out and stayed that way for the entire night.  At one point,  I knew that maybe things weren’t quite right.   The skirt did tug kinda funny and the waistband was tight around my knees, as you’d imagine since it was upside down.

But you know, the cherry on top of all of this is that people who write for children and young adults simply don’t care that you can’t dress yourself.  It’s all good.  They’ll be nice to you even if you’ve got spinach dip in your teeth.

My seventh graders that I used to teach wouldn’t have been so nice. My college kids would have tweeted it (how could they resist?).

Thinking back, the college me wasn’t so nice when I saw a really classic clothes malfunction.  Once I sat with a friend listening to the head of a huge newspaper give a speech to my journalism class.  His fly was down.  His pants where tan.  His boxers blue. So what?

This guy was active. Kinda jittery. He’d shove hands deep in his pockets and rock back and forth on these heavy shoes.

Physics would occasionally prevail.

You’d wait for it, and wait for it, then…

Peekaboo!

Yup, my clothes malfunction could have been so much worse.

Peakaboo!

That story still kills me.

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