My weekly wardrobe looks something like this: pajamas/hoodie, pajamas/hoodie, yoga pants/hoodie, yoga pants/Minnie Mouse sweatshirt, pajamas/Minnie Mouse sweatshirt, pajamas, pajamas. If I have to go outside, I add knock-off Uggs and a puffy ski jacket. If I have to go out anywhere other than school, daycare, ballet, karate or grocery shopping, I’ll swap the pajama bottoms or yoga pants for jeans. I am style, personified.

The thing is, I work at home and at home, for much of the day, the only people around to judge what I’m wearing are the cats. The cats don’t care. They don’t see the need to get dressed up at home either. Why waste precious minutes getting dressed that could otherwise be spent reclining in sunbeams? Or, in my case, posting about sunbeams on Twitter? Keep reading…

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I’ve Looked At Boobs From Both Sides Now

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Why Don’t You Leave Your Name And Your Number And I’ll Get Back To You?

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Rainy Days And Mondays And, Also, Zombies, Get Me Down

March 23, 2009

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They Shoot Wet Nurses, Don’t They?

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Dear WestJet: Customer Service, UR DOIN IT RONG

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