I did something I thought I would NEVER do yesterday.
I left the house in my Jammies.
I know ya'll.
I became one of "those people" in Walmart.
We needed syrup.
Dad asked me to go.
I had woken up about 15mins before.
Rolled out of bed 5 mins before and I thought to myself
"Ya, know...its modest."
And went for it.
Daddy offered to go instead but I decided to let him finish cooking.
So I donned my hat and took off for neighborhood market.
This is the part where I say I met every society person I know.
But I didn't.
In fact, I didn't see anyone I knew, which is quite unusual.
I found the $1.89 cent bottle on the end of the row, self-checked, and was gone.
I'm not sure to be thankful or horrified that I didn't find the *hole in the crotch of my jammie bottoms
(which used to belong to a former employer's husband) until I got home.
*btw, it was in the seam and you couldn't tell.