LIFE'S LITTLE TRAGEDIES

 I came across this clipping in one of my old diaries and  thought that I would share it.

No one notices you have lost 10 lbs.
You can’t mainline croissants and still slip into a pencil Chanel skirt.
You lean over the sink to do a last minute make-up fix, walk away with a big water stripe across the front of your new silk blouse.
You are already in the cab, looking like a million dollars, before you discover a run in your black pantyhose.
He didn't notice your new hairstyle.
Your hair always looks terrific the day you are supposed to have it cut.
You can’t zip up your jeans.
Not a single person in the office says a word about your RM1200 designer top.
 A nail breaks two hours after your manicure.
 The jacket you bought 5 years ago has come back in style, but you threw it out last month.
You ask for a dress in size 8, the salesperson doesn't have it and bring you a size 12 and it’s a perfect fit.
Our world is cursed with a multi-billion diet industry and an obesity epidemic.
Chinese food turns out to be really fattening – and you are still hungry 2 hours later.
 The best hors d’oeuvres have more calories than a big Mac.
Breakfast in bed is more trouble than it’s worth.
A man’s big feet or large hands don’t tell you anything.
Sex is never like the movies.
The earth didn't move.
You have been dying for the man to ask you out, and five minutes into the date you know he is a disaster.
A fifty year old man won't want to be a father to you.
You see your Hollywood dreamboat in a restaurant and he is about 5 feet tall.
You meet someone you have idolized and he is downright rude.
The one blind date where there is chemistry happening and you are wearing bad underwear.
Your sexy new beau turns out to be a horrible lover.
The new hunk at the gym has terrible body odor.
The day you sink a hole-in-one, you are playing solo.
Bumping into your old boyfriend for the first time in a year on the day you haven’t washed your hair.
The neighbor who knocks on your door to borrow coffee is not the guy you are dying to get to know.
A humongous bouquet is delivered to your table at work, the card reads “From your secret lover “after spending a happy hour wondering who it is, messenger returns says flowers are for another officemate.
The cute guy that you have been talking and flirting with the last two hours turns out to be your sister-in-laws married brother, imagine the horror of being the “other women” to your brother’s wife’s brother’s wife.