I ran to the grocery store the other day because we were out of milk. It was about 8:30 p.m. My kids were in bed, WM was snoozing in the recliner. I wanted to get ready for bed, I was tired, but my kiddos were going to want cereal in the morning...and we needed milk.
Apparently this gal had the same problem.
Except she DID get ready for bed, THEN went to the store. Jammies, robe, slippers and baby (whose face I blurred out because it's not his/her fault that his mother is bat-s@%$ crazy. I would also like to mention that it was beginning to snow and was very cold--what about a coat? And no, your bathrobe is NOT a coat. Geesh). Please, people....quit wearing your jammies out in public. I seriously can't handle it anymore.
Only in Oklahoma is this appropriate shopping attire.
And let me also tell you this...I'm risking my life for your entertainment. One of these days when I'm snapping a photo of the craz-o people I'm going to get caught and they're going to get all grizzly bear nuts. But for you, my readers, I'll risk my life.
Name That Tune!
No one has gotten the one from yesterday. So here's a hint...(read between the line...or words...here). If you're on Fire, I hope you're not a Woman. Or in a Cult. Now do you know what it is? Leave me a comment and let me know.