Driving In Your Pajamas

And on a lighter note, because we all need lighter notes right now…

I’ve finally gone and done it. Tonight Adventurous Singing Daughter wanted to go to the store because apparently our family needs four types of bread during quarantine to stave off starvation.

I’d been cleaning the garage all day, had been covered in dust, wondering how we collected so much junk, and was now clean and in pajamas. I was too lazy to change because clearly I have embraced frumpiness.

Yes, I drove to the store like a crazy lady and sat in the parking lot in pajamas while she shopped for starvation-preventing bread, truly hoping that no one I had ever, ever met in my entire slobby life would see me in the above-mentioned pajamas and my lamb slippers.

Wishing you all well and I hope you are not driving around in your pajamas because that is ridiculous.

Also, buy bread. Add butter. It’ll make you feel better.