On the weekends and on the days I work from home, my neighbors are quite used to the inspiring sight of me watering the gardens, taking out garbage, petting the neighbor’s dog over the back fence, getting the paper from the front walk and the mail from the box across the street, and occasionally mowing the lawn, all whilst sporting my big morning hair and my faded red-white-black plaid pajamas. They are also used to hearing Kevin yell at me from the kitchen door to “get back in the house and get some clothes on.” But the aforementioned spaces are included in my definition of “the house.” He should just be glad I don’t include the 7-11 up the street.
via Everyday People
Why is it that you can go outside in a swimsuit, and nobody gets upcited (except maybe in the winter), but those same people get their knickers in a twist if you go out in pjs or a full-length flannel nightgown?
Why am I channeling Andy Rooney?
Haha. I do the same. Although, usually I’m in boxers and a t-shirt. I hide myself behind my cars as I go put out the recycling or the garbage…
Hey, I always do a morning check out of my garden in my pj’s. Should I not be doing that??
Pogo – as I was writing this post, I thought the same thing. Sunbath mostly naked? No problem! Walk outside in your pj’s? Scandal!
Bayushi – don’t hide – wear those boxers proudly!
Maureen – In my universe, all things may be done from the comfort of one’s pj’s. Well, except maybe snow-shoveling but only because you’ll freeze to death.