It isn't even funny; I see so many women around here out shopping wearing what are CLEARLY pajama pants. Like, with cute patterns of napping puppies or some such. This is a fashion choice I cannot comprehend.

It isn't even funny; I see so many women around here out shopping wearing what are CLEARLY pajama pants. Like, with cute patterns of napping puppies or some such. This is a fashion choice I cannot comprehend.

You'd love China. Shopping and such like in pyjamas is a full-blown thing.

I see girls walking home from high school here in what is clearly pajamas all the time. I do not get it.

At my pre-move TJs, there was a man who did his Sunday morning shopping in his pjs and bathrobe.

Aw, like the Dude. Possibly not as endearing in real life.

When I was in college, on weekends the cafeteria did brunch instead of breakfast so they only had to serve two meals instead of three, and there was kind of a tradition, especially after a party night, to brunch in pjs and robes. I glommed onto that enthusiastically, to the point where our resident amateur photographer was consistently able to finish off his rolls with a shot of me in a bathrobe. It was a Thing - "Here are all my pictures from the bonfire and, so you know it's the end of the roll, -t in a robe". But that was because I pretty much regarded the whole dorm as my living room, going out in actual public is a whole other level.

I am wearing jeans and a bra. Hair still frizzy, dealing with it. Glasses, no makeup, old t-shirt. I am HOTT. Off to get lunch.

Let me mention that these jeans are a size smaller than the ones I was wearing a month ago, and they're even a little too big. High-five-ing myself.

I am against wearing inside pants outside into the world.

Tom Scola! Poach-master! I time my eggs by a song on iTunes, aiming for something in the 2:40 range. (Ramones are good. "Pinhead" is 2:44.)

I am wearing a cute Liberty of London nightie from Target that I got as a bridal gift 2..3? years ago.

It was too tight when I got it, which made me sad, but now it is lovely and loose.

I went to the doc Monday, and since January 2011, I have lost 52 pounds.

When I go to Target today to get heavy-duty trash bags for back yard clean up, I will get some Ass-Pale to Fair shade of self-tanner. Let the pre- Memorial day de-paleification begin!

N.B. -- I LIKE my pale skin, but I self-tan in the summer; despite SPF 50 sunscreen, I spend time with M at the pool, and my shade of ghostly scares the children. Also, since I've lost the weight, I have some looseish skin in my thighs, and, while mostly I'm all "FUCK IT, I LOOK GREAT BITCHES!" I'd like to have a faux-tan to disguise it a bit.

Go Erin with the weight loss.

I'm wearing outside pants inside. I should fix that.

Laundry continues to tumble along, mail has been dealt with, and pork is smelling wonderful. Next up, clean out the fridge.

If the skies stay clear tonight, I'm going to go to this observatory about 30 minutes south of KC to hear a short program about next month's transit of Venus (on my birthday, yay!) and have a look at the Moon through their telescope.