Yesterday afternoon Miss C and I were at our favorite neighborhood hangout, Publix, where I was disappointed for the second time in a row to discover they were not giving out sushi samples. She, however, was quite tickled with her free chocolate chip cookie from the bakery, where every employee recognizes us from a mile away as die hard groupies, particularly of the sugar cookies with pastel sprinkles.
I maneuvered our big rig shopping car cart to the meat department and pondered
something easy and on sale to throw on the grill what fantastic dinner to whip up.
Miss C wandered over from the lobster tank and made a startling (and loud) revelation.
Mommy, you forgot to wear your clothes!
Me (looking down): What?
The butcher looks up from pricing packages of meat.
That’s not clothes mommy…you sleep in that!
I realized I had on the bright blue tank top (and denim Old Navy shorts) that I usually wear to bed with my pj bottoms.
Well, at least the butcher got a mini thrill.