Ah, Sunday. The Day Of Rest. You know, you can get away with very little on Sundays…
Should I shower? Meh, why bother, I’ll just be showering again tomorrow morning.
Should I brush my teeth? Probably, but then my mimosa would taste bad.
Should I put my contacts in? Nah, my eyes need rest too.
Should I pay any mind to what color clothes I’m putting on my body? No, apparently not…
Ha ha ha, I feel you! The outfit I’ve been sporting all day: black pajama pants with a pattern of Guiness bottles, navy blue tank top with white polka dots and light pink flowery trims, and a vibrant fushia sweatshirt with white polka dots AND white strips on the hoodie (the sweatshirt is short, like above the belly button, to show off the non-matching tank top underneath, perfect). I’m like pattern-clash-o-mania over here, trust me, you’re outfit looks put together compared to mine 😛
I’ve been having to look pretty put together on the weekends and evenings for a change b/c we have new neighbors and I keep thinking they are just going to show up on our porch to introduce themselves. I don’t want their first impression of me to be while I’m wearing no make up, my purple Paul Frank polar bear pj pants, tank top with no bra, and hot pink, purple, and blue leopard print headband. Yeah, that’s not my best look.
I actually got dressed today…but only because my PJs are in the laundry basket, and I didn’t feel like rummaging for them. Sigh. It’s sad when I’m too lazy to look for PJs.