Okay - coming home from work is when I seriously feel like an off-version of Mr. Rodgers. Mrs. Slightly Irregular. I feel like I cannot wait wait wait to get out of my Corporate Regalia.
Okay, secretly I LOVE blazers, swayzers (the sweater-blazer hybrid), control top pantyhose, and 3/4 inch heels because they are the kind of apparel that help balance my body shape (Thank You "What Not To Wear") but they are not comfortable.
I slip on my gigantor sweat pants, and moth-hole-ridden alpaca sweater. I sneer towards the bedroom window, as just beyond it are the pulsating, incessant and ridiculousy banal "beats" coming from my neighbor's house. I really hope he is learning to be a DJ, because the rhythmic repetition of his musical tastes are going to give me a seizure in my sleep sometime. They are all in 4/4 time. Has no one heard of compound meter??
But I sit back and smile a bit. Dog. Husband. Life. Love. Blog.
I am so happy to be home.
Day Is Done
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Oh, how I can relate! The first thing I do when I get home is take off everything and put on my yoga pants and a long sleeved t-shirt, preferably one belonging to my husband. Then I curl up on the couch with a blanket and one or two cats and watch M*A*S*H reruns. Simple joys can mean so much!
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