real life

The walk of shame. Oh, the memories.

Let’s take a moment of honesty and admit almost all of us have done the walk of shame. There, feels better now it’s out in the open doesn’t it? You know the walk. The morning after when the sun is coming up and your going out clothes no longer seem appropriate as joggers begin going about their business and your heels are off because your feet feel like raw nubs and your head is pounding and your make-up looks like it’s been blown off your face by a leaf-blower in a rain squall.

Sigh. That walk of shame.

If you still don’t remember it, perhaps this will jog your memory: