Pajamas are my favorite. It’s a shame that my work requires me to leave home everyday because I adore pajamas. And yes, even if I worked from home, I would get up every day, shower and whatnot…and get redressed in jammies. (Some of you don’t know me well enough to know this next statement without it being said, so I feel like I must state my Pajama Policy for the record: jammies are for inside the home.* You are not to run to the store in them, not even to pick up prescription drugs when your fever is one hundred three degrees Fahrenheit. Same rule applies to house shoes. See? They’re even called “house shoes” because that’s where they are to be worn. Calling them “slippers” doesn’t buy you a pass. And so that you will understand that living in my head is to live among fabricated-on-a-whim rules, there’s an addendum to the Pajama Policy that states that some jammies that are perfect for day wear are completely inappropriate for sleeping. The reverse is also true. Of course.)

Are you jealous of my Pajama Policy?

I had a thing that I thought was going to work out, and it didn’t. I’m cool with that. And you know what? I think there’s an even better opportunity around the corner! If this nothing turns into something, you can bet your sweet bippy I’ll write about it here.

I don’t think I used all of my vacation days for the last fiscal year and thusly donated them back to the company. That is bullcrap.

Speaking of things that are complete and utter bullcrap? Facebook and old boyfriends. I seem to keep mentioning old loves on here, and really, I’ve only had a few honest-to-goodness boyfriends, but they are popping up on FB like pimples on a teenager. Ugh. I’m tempted to be all “how could I have been SO dumb?” when I think of these yahoos, but I suppose they helped me to understand how relationships are NOT supposed to work. Valuable lessons, unwelcome reminders.

Last fall, I co-taught a group of sophomores at church during a Sunday night Bible study. We’re just restarted for this semester and this time Jennifer and I are assigned to work with seventh grade girls. They are funny. They are squirrelly. Part child/part young lady…awkward and lovely and funny and awkward. Our topic? What the Bible says about sex. AWK. WARD.  I am, no doubt, in over my head. Yikes.

I absolutely spelled “Fahrenheit” correctly on the first try.

*Possible exception: a hospital, but since I was last in the hospital (as a patient) as a newborn, I can’t really claim that one. Carry on.