When did I become a person who pumps gas in my pajamas?
As if my fuzzy chenille old lady cardigan and ballet flats makes it ok.
I’m the Mama in Pajama’s instead of the “Llama in Pajama’s” that your kids have read about.
If I lived in my hometown in Michigan still, never!
Somehow, I justify it as my North Carolina peeps would not be surprised to see me pumping gas in this manner.
Some NC peeps might even expect it and smile and wave.
Thanks NC peeps for letting me feel its ok to be weird, I think.
That is me in my pajamas. In my home where I am supposed to be. And at night when I am supposed to be in pajamas.
When you are my sister and she texts you she is pulling down your street after a long night of driving…this is how I let her know I am waiting by the door.
Yes, she thinks I am stupid too.
Thinking of doing a 30 day challenge of getting up, showered, dressed and “done” before leaving the house at 7:20. For the love of God I get up at 5:30 anyway. Ok, dressed in heels! Some people have exercise goals and I have an “acceptable appearance goal” for the school drop off lines?
I’ll be glad to help you after I stop laughing
More concerning to me….you knew 3 people in the McDonald’s line!
You should try Northern Michigan…that’s considered ‘dressed up’ in some places.
- Pajamas are so comfy. I drive my daughter to the bus stop in my pajamas. At 7 am, I’m not looking to impress anyone. We should meet on your front porch for pajama and coffee chillax time after the morning the rush.
- But now your secret is out and everyone will be looking for you just to snap a picture and post it!!!!
- You will frequently find me in pajama pants with puffins on them in the middle school car rider line. Probably slippers too. God forbid I’m in an accident.