If I am ever hanging out with you at a school function. Or even if I just bump into you at Target. Or wherever. If ever I notice that your t-shirt is inside out I promise to tell you, just in case you are not aware of it.
If I don't tell you I can pretty much guarantee that when you do figure it out -- say after you have been at school, at Starbucks, etc. etc. E.T.C. and you go home you will be embarrassed. Chances are the phrase, "total horses ass" may come to mind when you look in the mirror.
Sure you might have been exremely distracted today by the fact that you saw a rodent in the kitchen, that you had to work before going to field day, that you really really really need to get home and finish painting.
Did I mention the rodent?
I know we aren't close. We don't have much in common except that are kids are in the same school. But come on. Some of you I have known for three years now. So I promise I will feel comfortable enough to say, "Did you know your t-shirt is inside out?" Just in case, as an adult, you are not purposely wearing your clothing inside out.
Sincerely (and now wearing her shirt right side out),