The Trials and Tribulations of Skirt Wearing

I wore a skirt to work today. If you know me, you know how monumental and rare of an act this is, and should therefore be marked down on a calendar or carved in stone for all time.
After I was in the skirt for about 15 minutes, I realized why I do not wear skirts.
First, I'll mention briefly how much I love that opaque tights are currently "in" in fashion. I don't exactly have Carrie Underwood legs to go around strutting. And who needs to shave? Hello, I'm married. And it's winter people. So dark, heavy tights, way to go! I celebrate you. However, the putting on of said tights is strategically, scientifically, emotionally, physically, and psychologically exhausting. The first leg is always the easiest, but then you have the second leg. And getting that leg in requires a graceful, delicate balancing act that only flamingos can achieve. (or are they pelicans? What the heck is that bird that stands on one leg? And why do they?)
After I was in the skirt for about 15 minutes, I realized why I do not wear skirts.
First, I'll mention briefly how much I love that opaque tights are currently "in" in fashion. I don't exactly have Carrie Underwood legs to go around strutting. And who needs to shave? Hello, I'm married. And it's winter people. So dark, heavy tights, way to go! I celebrate you. However, the putting on of said tights is strategically, scientifically, emotionally, physically, and psychologically exhausting. The first leg is always the easiest, but then you have the second leg. And getting that leg in requires a graceful, delicate balancing act that only flamingos can achieve. (or are they pelicans? What the heck is that bird that stands on one leg? And why do they?)