Well, I don’t believe I have my skirt on

It is almost 11:30 am and I just realized I am walking around with this nice knit green thing on my upper body and an okay slip on the lower half. I am not wearing my skirt yet. I’ll tell you why I called what one would expect to be designated as a blouse or shirt a green thing; it is because it is a hunter green nightshirt. I just noticed that . . . after I noticed the slip situation.

And I don’t care.

I found a sweatshirt among my mother’s things that says “Make my Day” and has a little stick figure wielding a rolling pin. I may just put that on.

And the scary thing is I am actually in a good mood.