So as you guys know, I’ve been praying for the day when I’ll stop trying to pass off pajama pants for casual wear.
Today was not the day.
The minute I got out of the shower and peered into my closet, the royal blue pj pants with the turquoise colored stars beckoned to me.
Like a junkie incapable of refusing one more hit, I succumbed and threw them on.
An old, long-sleeved t-shirt, an even older polar fleece jacket, and a pair of eight year old Ugg boots completed my fashion statement.
I was one hot mess as I walked to the nearest drug store to pick up some much needed hygiene essentials.
Five minutes into my walk, a beautiful woman passed me.
I could swear she did a double take before giving me “the look.”
You know the one.
The WTF are you wearing look.
However, armed with my new-found confidence, I continued on my merry way.
Two blocks further into my walk, I saw a man walking on the other side of the street.
He was coming from the opposite direction, and as he came closer, he smiled.
And what did I do?
I did what any of you would’ve done had you been dressed in my garb: I turned around to see if he was smiling at someone behind me.
However, I was shocked to realize no one was there.
I saw him laugh as he waved goodbye.
I had to suppress the desire to do a fist pump and loudly say, “Yes!”
And so ladies, today marks another day where the universe sends out the message that it’s not the robe that makes the monk, baby!
Boy, am I grateful to live in a country where everyone walks, thus allowing these little chance encounters to take place.
But seriously, ladies, I’m going to have to stop wearing pajama pants in public.
It’s not funny anymore.