After I hit a thousand posts on this little bloog of a blog I promised myself I'd take a day off now and then.
Looks like I took one yesterday - in my pj's no less.
Back to more weighty subjects tomorrow.
And thanks to The Vermont Country Store for the nightie.
Thanks to Lanz of Salzburg I really mean.
No thanks at all to elasticized undergarments and ironing ,neither of which came into play yesterday...
I know I've said before that I never wear those crazy Spanxy things. I once brought home an Extra Large one, just on trial, only to realize I couldn't have gotten it on without removing a rib.
As I recall it wouldn't even fit my cat who out-and-out refused to give it a try, even when I offered him fresh mice as payment.
As for the non-ironing in evidence here, that part surprised even me, since I iron the way some people do the Stations of the Cross.
But what can I say? A day off is a day off, right? And even your pets know that that's precisely what weekends are FOR: just lettin’ it all hang out.
