dragonlady7

The tableau:
I'm standing in the middle of the living room floor, trying to get myself organized to take a shower. I realize that I cannot unfasten my brassiere. Upon a quick inspection the reason becomes clear: Somehow, I've managed to put it on inside out. I don't know how; alternate dimensions may have been involved this morning. It remains unclear.
So I'm in the midst of performing elaborate frustrated gymnastics with my arms inside the three layers of shirt I'm wearing (as it's cold in our living room).
Dave, marveling at my sheer incompetence: "Are you deficient, or something?"