You know what I don’t understand?
People who wear real clothes in their house.
The first thing I do when I get home is change into gym shorts and a t-shirt. Maybe pajama pants in the winter, but that’s the same thing. It blows my mind that people sit around their house in jeans, or even worse, like suit pants. I don’t even bother getting dressed for guests. If you come visit me, I am hosting you in comfort.
And don’t get me started on shoes. My shoes are practically off by the time I walk through the door. I would wager that, in my entire life, I have worn shoes in my house for less than an hour. And that’s over almost 32 years. How someone could sit on their own couch wearing jeans and shoes is beyond me. BEYOND ME.
Clearly, I am very classy.
Agreed agreed agreed. If I ever have to wear a bra in my own home for more than 15 minutes, trust: I am very annoyed.
