Lawsee.

I didn't really think about how I looked until I was already outside in my driveway.  I had to go out in this blustery (*Kiss my brain--I just used an amazing vocabulary word) weather to take out my trash can and recycling bin looking like this:

Polka-dotted robe, capri pajama pants with stars, hot pink fuzzy socks, and Sperry's.  It's what I've been kickin' it in all day (Minus the shoes.  I don't wear shoes indoors). You don't even wanna see my no-makeup face and greasy hair.  That's why I purposely didn't capture it on camera.  Lord.  No wonder my neighbors think I'm odd.  It's no surprise to them why I'm single either.  They've seen me come out of my house wearing ugly Christmas sweaters, 80s gear complete with yellow jellies (on at least four different occasions), an astronaut flight suit, dressed as Wonder Woman, sporting a 'Snooki bump'...Yeah.  The other bad/great thing is that my street is a #1 cut-through for college folk.  My street connects to college apartment land.  One time when I was out in my driveway, a car of college-age girls slowed down.  Full-out applied the brakes to slow down and look at me.  I can't remember exactly what I was wearing, but it was something similar to what I was probably wearing today.  You know, just typical knock-around-the-house stuff.

In other news, I spotted a snow drift in my yard.  Instead of sand dunes I have a snow dune.

So it doesn't look as impressive in this picture, so I got out my tape measure...

Check it. That's some deep stuff. Especially for BG.