Cordelia ,'Potential'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Yeah! And I wear stuff all the time that hasn't been washed.
I was just thinking how I never want to put back on the clothes I was wearing if I shower in the middle of the day, but I will pull clothes out of the laundry and wear them if they're what I want. I have hitherto unacknowledged inconsistencies.
It was warm yesterday, but last night and today have been (to me) freezing.
I generally sleep in my underwear, so any night clothes go in the dirty laundry the next morning. If I'm sharing a hotel room with someone I'm not having sex with, I'll usually wear sweats or pajama bottoms and just put them back in my luggage when I get dressed.
Fight it juliana, fight it!
But my mom got me a really awesome one for Christmas! With red skull-and-crossbones! This one, actually.
I will pull clothes out of the laundry and wear them if they're what I want.
I'll do that on a trip, but if I'm at home, I really have too many clothes to justify it.
I'll wear a robe and slippers to drive my husband to the train station pretty often. It makes me feel like Sheen Easton, or a terrible cliche, I'm not sure which. But the beauty of that is no one sees me, I'm in the car the whole time. I'll go out to get the paper in my robe in the morning, but otherwise I try to be fully dressed for my neighbors.
Oh, and the soul patch. That weirds me out. I can't stop looking straight at it.
Word. All I can think of is its alternate name -- and that just feels way too familiar.
I remember my Grandmother keeping her folded nightgown under the pillow. She was from central Missouri. I always put my nightclothes on a corner of the dresser or, if I'm feeling particularly fastidious, in a drawer.
ita - we do the pillow thing. sounds like your relative was more put out that she had to find another place for hers.
I sometimes run out to the car in my robe. Don't think I could drive around in it though.
I did ride from Shreveport back to Dallas in my PJ's one Easter. I changed in the car while my friend was driving. We hit really bad traffic and by the time we made it out, he had to make a stop. I thought I'd go in and get some coffee or something and found out to my horror and to the joy of half the parking lot at the Psychedelic Dairy Queen at I-20 and Hwy 69 that I'd buttoned the shirt over the belt so that when I unhooked it and tried to get out, I flashed my boobs.