Day Is Done

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.