I just got out of the bathtub. I’ve been home since 3:00 (because Spiderman peed on a tree on the playground with a couple accomplices at school and I was called and asked to come get him… We have been over the guidelines for “nature pee” before. *sigh*) and BFO picked Spiderman up at 4 today so I had some unexpected extra time to myself and I treated myself to a long, fragrant soak.
It’s been a long time since I’ve written anything about sweatpants and since I don’t have a lot to say about life today it seems like a good topic.
Devon is on her way over in a little bit and I’m currently wearing sweatpants… I’m not sure if I have any intentions of changing before she gets here either. I do have intentions of making kale chips before she gets here though, and that is something I’m committed to.
It’s an odd dilemma (which it turns out I don’t know how to spell. I tried dilemna, dillema, dillemna… before I got to dilemma. Why do I think dilemma has an ‘n’ in it?), if it is a dilemma at all.
Reasons why it is probably okay to wear sweatpants on a date:
- It’s date 30 (yes, I’m counting… and yes, there’s a reason, and I’ll tell you when I can) and we’re staying in to watch a movie
- She doesn’t care about things like that
- I’m really only wearing sweatpants because it’s the next best thing to being naked and being naked would certainly be an okay option…
- come on, what are you… a slob?