Thursday, December 1, 2016

I'm not even that fashionable


Usually, I just drive up to the school and kick the girls out of the momvan.
But on the rare occasions I'm required to speak to their teacher,
I can guarantee you I'm wearing SpongeBob pjs and monster feet slippers.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

That's usually my story with delivery people. They'll insist on ringing the doorbell before noon on the days I'm running so far behind and in the ugliest, most mismatched pjs I own and my hair looks like the birds have nested in it. I just chalk it up to mom life.

-CM

Anonymous said...

If only PJ's looked like regular clothes.

Anonymous said...

at least you are not naked!

visual horrors it be so....

Wildflower

JeremyR said...

One guy I know, when he see's JW's or moron missionaries answers his door naked and greets them with "Hey guys, the orgy doesn't start for another hour, and you gotta bring hot chicks." or if female, "hey gals, you're early for the orgy, but I don't mind starting early, dump the cloths and get on in here."
Has not had a visit in over two years.

Andrew said...

Hey Jeremy. We have stupid missionaries here. One day they came to my door railing about the horrors of the Catholic Church. I told them I was a Papist and that calmed them down and they left me alone.

Morons....

Anonymous said...

if you insist on face to face conversation ( or any conversation) with "non morning people", then the visual(and any other) fallout is all on you.....


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