Because it's not bad enough that all of my shirts are stretched out from a 13-month old yanking on them. Or that my eyes are red and snotty and my nose is peeling off from this cold I've been fighting for three weeks. You know, because none of that is really that embarrassing. No. I had to come to work with the size sticker still on my new pants. I rock like that. Thankfully my boss was kind enough to point it out.
*bad grammar is totally intentional*