Real life, I made it... to my bed.
This is an actual conversation with my cousin... and an actual picture of me.
Her: (discussing something I couldn't let seep in to my brain)
Me: I can't right now
I'm hiding from life.
And I am also refusing to put pants back on until I have to pick up Joseph because it would be frowned upon to make him walk and also if I showed up with no pants.
Her: nah nobody but Joseph would see you don't have pants on.
Me: Also, I think southwest is reading my blog. They sent me drink vouchers for nothing. (And nobody, especially an airline, does that for nothing!)
Her: they're prepping you for Vegas.
Internal me: I think they get me. Although I don't know how.
And so does she, and same. More on her soon.
Follow up: I did put shorts on to pick up my kiddo, it was a compromise, but I am sure he appreciated it.