At least now I know to never ignore the last minute mirror check.

 It was one of those nights where I managed to try on everything I owned getting ready for a date with a guy I had a huge crush on. I was running behind so I snapped at my mom when she tried to help me get out the door. Finally I gave up trying to pick the cutest outfit and just put on a sweatshirt and headed out the door. I left in a haste, but I paused at the door for just long enough to hear my mother bust up laughing when she saw me. I didn't think anything of it until my date asked me what was stuck to my sweatshirt. I looked to see my sister's skimpy thong stuck to my sweatshirt by the joys of static cling. I stuffed it in my purse but needless to say my date expected me to be a more than just dinner and a movie kind of girl.