You know those poor people whose picture ends up on the “People of Walmart?” Well, I have a new perspective (sigh)…
Nano (my mother’s sister who helped raise me) gave me two cute little lounging pants for my birthday. She called them “flower pants” and said they would be great for sitting in my favorite hammock swing. I love comfy! They were made of light and very colorful material. Perfect summer pants. I tried them on and they fit perfect. They weren’t something I would have purchased myself but I started thinking of the shirts I could wear with them and different outfit options.
Yesterday, Madden and I had some errands to do. I grabbed a pair of those cute little “flower pants,” found a matching shirt, put on my new makeup and styled my fun new hair (4 inches shorter). I asked Madden if I looked alright and specifically asked about my pants. He nodded. Off we went…to Sam’s, the flower shop and to Nano’s for some cake then headed back home.
I hadn’t seen Scott since before he left for work early yesterday morning. As we pulled into the driveway, I told Madden…“Your dad will say something about my pants.” Scott always notices anytime I have something different on or do something different with my hair, makeup or anything. He always comments. Most of the time he compliments but occasionally he shares some off color comment that always makes me laugh. We both have a great sense of humor…especially when it’s about me! Ha, Ha!
Madden and I got out of the car and walked toward the house. Scott came out the door to meet us. He looked at me and immediately said… “What the heck are you dressed for? Bed?”
“What?” I asked (a little shocked).
“Why are you wearing your pajamas?” he said as he giggled.
“Pajamas? What? These aren’t pajamas! Nano got me these pants.” I didn’t know what the heck he was talking about.
Oh goodness! Nano got me these pants… I panicked!
Maybe they were pajamas. Did I seriously just wear freaking pajamas all over town?!?! I panicked some more!
Pajamas are my favorite clothes ever! But Nano didn’t call them pajamas. She said “flower pants” that would be “good to lounge in.”
I picked up the phone and dialed her number. “Hello?” She answered.
“Were those pants you got me pajama pants?” I asked almost before she could get her “hello” out.
“Yes, honey,” she laughed.
“Oh my goodness! Why didn’t you tell me? I wore them out! I saw people!” I was mortified.
“Well honey, I thought you knew” she replied with a fun little giggle.
Holy Smokes! I wore “flower pants” all over town yesterday!
Finding the sweet side of crazy!