The other day I lost my pants while running for the bus.  They just---fell off me in the middle of the street.  I think my husband was even more surprised than I was when it happened.  Then yesterday I managed somehow to dunk half of my hair into a bowl of chili, and for the rest of the afternoon, I smelled like chili, and I couldn't get it out of my hair until I got home.   These are reasons I will never be a style icon.