The day was going great till I put on my p.j.s
Tonight we refinanced our mortgage with a closing in our dining room. For real.
We are now owners of a super duper low interest rate. I thought that would be my big news for the day.
That was until I put on my new pajamas that I bought on impulse walking through WalMart late this afternoon.
They look so cute don’t they.
That’s what I thought anyway and picked out a size 7/9 in teens.
I wear size 4/6 in womens. They should have totally fit right?
I was so excited to pull on my new jammies tonight. Until I pulled them on.
:(.
They were above my navel in front and way below my PG blog in the rear. It looked like a Saturday Night Live skit.
Is my body deformed?
Obviously compared to a 14 year old it is. I pulled them up higher and it only looked worse and got more uncomfortable.
Maybe they would fit better if I put them on backwards?
Ugh.
It’s no use.
Something is very different about the rear end of a woman-of-a-certain age who fits very comfortably in size 4/6 pajama bottom and the rear of a teen who easily fits into a size 7/9.
Tonight could have ended so well if I didn’t have a weakness for stupid pajama bottoms. I could be blissfully asleep thinking my rear normal and not only woman-of-a-certain age normal.
That’s all I got today.
Other than it stinks.