Here’s how I started my day: naked, with a cat wrapped around my neck like a mink stole (because that’s how I
I shook the tail end of a dream off (That began with being seduced by Tom Selleck but ended with parking his car-WTF?) and took note of the sun shining through the window.
Maybe today would be warmer?
With total disregard for the dyslexic thermometer taunting me from the other side of the window, I ventured an arm outside to test the waters.
Damn. Still cool. The Sun is being an asshole.
Since I only own a very select few pieces of cold weather articles, I once again, slipped on my three-day-used yoga pants, long sleeved tee and Uggs. Deodorant mandatory. The hell with laundry and polite society.
C’est la vie. The day must go on…
And it did, like a vaudeville show with eight costume changes between four acts: Morning; with the aforementioned Walmartesque outfit. Afternoon, necessitated a jailbreak for my slender calves and a cooling of my nether regions, so on went a pair of kacky capri’s with a hole in the ass. Unintentional, but who cares? Same tee. Change to flip-flops. Late afternoon brought about a power walk so onnnnnn went THAT outfit, which found me rounding the corner either working up a good lather- or a hot flash. I can’t tell anymore.
And finally, as if to laugh at my folly, a cold breeze blew in, so back to the Uggs with a blanket (as I write this) tossed over my lap.
So is a Day In The Life of a silly human who thinks she can outsmart changing seasons but always finds a mink stole a necessary accessory when naked.
Best outfit ever.