Okay, now that I'm finished sharing with you all the information on the event, let me blog about me.
I have always been opposed to people wearing pajamas out in public if they're over the age of 5... not pretty, not a fashion statement. But, last night as I was ready for bed, and not looking pretty by the way. I had an old peace t-shirt on from when I had my boutique, and pajama bottoms that are about 6 years old. As I said, not pretty, but I was comfy. Anyway, my phone rings and it's my 21 year old son wanting me to pick him up. I debated if I should get dressed, but against my better judgement I threw on a hat, sweater and slippers. I figured, who's going to see me. That's where I went wrong. My car was beyond empty so I knew I was going to have to stop. I'm looking at every gas station that I pass in hopes that there's one with no people at the pumps before I run out of gas. Finally, I find a Circle K with people in the store, but no one at the gas pumps. I jump out, swipe my card, start pumping and jump back in the car. The downfall to all of this is I couldn't read the pump from inside the car, so I had no idea how much was going in. Just as I decide to climb out and check, a car pulls up. So I quickly pull my hat down over my eyes, hang my head low, stop the pump, put the gas cap on, hit no on getting an receipt, and off I go.
The lesson here is, Don't Wear Your Pajamas Out in Public... EVER!
I have always been opposed to people wearing pajamas out in public if they're over the age of 5... not pretty, not a fashion statement. But, last night as I was ready for bed, and not looking pretty by the way. I had an old peace t-shirt on from when I had my boutique, and pajama bottoms that are about 6 years old. As I said, not pretty, but I was comfy. Anyway, my phone rings and it's my 21 year old son wanting me to pick him up. I debated if I should get dressed, but against my better judgement I threw on a hat, sweater and slippers. I figured, who's going to see me. That's where I went wrong. My car was beyond empty so I knew I was going to have to stop. I'm looking at every gas station that I pass in hopes that there's one with no people at the pumps before I run out of gas. Finally, I find a Circle K with people in the store, but no one at the gas pumps. I jump out, swipe my card, start pumping and jump back in the car. The downfall to all of this is I couldn't read the pump from inside the car, so I had no idea how much was going in. Just as I decide to climb out and check, a car pulls up. So I quickly pull my hat down over my eyes, hang my head low, stop the pump, put the gas cap on, hit no on getting an receipt, and off I go.
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