So, it's Thursday afternoon and I'm ashamed of myself. I'm hanging my head in shame. I missed a day in my diary! Ah well, on to happier things. :-)Yesterday, when I walked into the office everyone's jaw dropped. I wore a dress mind you that was just an inch or two above the knees. That's not exactly kimansulo now is it? I don't get people in Uganda, you have to dress decent all the time? Just because my skirts and dresses are longer than the knees doesn't mean I can't be adventurous enough to try a sorta mini? Ok fine, fine, so it was riding up with every step I took and it was kinda form-fitting (tight to be exact) but still, it wasn't indecent. Am I protesting far too much? Sigh. I give up. I mansula'd yesterday and then I got so busy that I couldn't even open a blog to read. Imagine I didn't get to get up and walk around the office to show off like I'd planned. To make matters worse, I'd come in late and walked in on a staff meeting talking about, you guessed it, late-coming.