“Whatever” Day

Why is it that between the ages of ten and fifty we care so much about what we look like? We get up early every day to shower, do our hair, put an outfit together and what do we get? NOTHING! My daughter dressed herself today in Hannah Montana boots with unmatched socks, pink jogging pants, a polka dot shirt with a polar bear on it and a bright red visor. Why? Because she can. Frankly, I think I’m a bit jealous. I wish I could have one day where I could dress up in all the clothes I just love…that clearly don’t match. We could call it “Whatever” day. (Jim hates that word..”whatever.” He told me that was voted the “Rudest word in the English language”, which only makes it more perfect). I could wear my comfy slippers and yoga pants. (Not everyone’s ass looks good in yoga pants but they are comfortable as crap). They would definitely make my underwear stick out…which is great since I want to make sure everyone saw my mommy drawers. They are SOOOO old lady-ish but, you know what? No Wedgies!! And it’s “Whatever Day”, so back off. I’d finish my ensemble off with my hair in a pony tail… maybe even a scrunchy. Yep, I said it. I’m from Jersey and I’ve got some left over from 1982 and they work just fine. I would top off my ensemble with a sweatshirt from Jimmy’s closet and maybe one of those hats that people wear that has the arms on it that when you pull the string the hands clap. Of course, I’d get a nice coach bag to finish off my outfit. Just a little bit of class goes a long way. I don’t want to look like a freak.