Earlier today I went to Trader Joe’s with the baby, because a) I go stir-crazy if I don’t leave the house at least once a day, and b) we actually needed a few things. When I got out of the car, I looked down and swore, because I was wearing this:
It’s not that I don’t like the shirt — I love it, I think it’s hilarious, and I will always cherish it because my little brother had it designed and printed just for me. But it’s against my Clothing Rules. There are certain shirts, bras, and pairs of pants I don’t allow myself to leave the house in because they’re just not up to public appearances, and this is one of them.
In other news, the baby has spent the entire day in his PJs, and I don’t see the point of putting him in something else this late in the day. This is against the Baby Clothing Rules. There’s no punishment for breaking either set of rules, which is good, because its much too nice of a day to be punished.
Mama-Come-Lately 
I gotta tell you: I love, love, *love* reading your blog! It’s always a pick-me-up. It’s always nice to see others with similar humor to mine, but also with limits (like what clothing is OK to wear in public). Matt laughs at me when I have to change before being seen beyond our driveway. At least I’m not alone. 🙂
Oh, I’m so glad to hear your enjoy it! And isn’t it funny, the standards we have for ourselves that most people will never know about?