A good, good day

You know it's going to be a good day when you're walking down the street to the subway, and all of the sudden your jeggings realize that the button wasn't completely "done" and proceeds to pop open, which also alerts you to the fact that you didn't zip your fly. Luckily, I was wearing a coat, and a sweater dress, so nothing was "exposed," except I had my hands in my coat pockets (without looking like a perv) to hold my pants up for 3 blocks. Fab.