I love clothes. I love to get dressed up for work. I love to feel “put together”. I love all of that. But I’m also into comfort and style…or at least I’d like to think so.

I got dressed the other morning. Felt put together. Ran out the door. Jumped in the car. And lost my breath.

Some skirts should give a little. This one didn’t. Dumb Asian inspired non stretchy material.

Super cute outfit though so I’m forced to suffer next time I wear this.

– Posted from my iPhone

Seriously people, what’s the problem with getting up two minutes earlier and putting on fucking clothes?

There is no reason to drive your kid to school in a robe and slippers. There is no reason to wear your fucking bright red pajama bottoms to take your kid into school. It looks retarded. Get up 2 minutes early, throw on some sweats, jeans, a moomoo, whatever and go.

Clearly these people got out of bed, got in the car and left. If I did that I’d get arrested! You see, I sleep naked.

Don’t get me wrong, I love to lounge around in pajama bottoms. Clearly. It was my gift to me. Aside from walking to my hot tub or taking out the trash, I put on pants when I leave my property.

This all stems from my college days. Victoria’s Secret was the hot spot to shop as a college kid. They always had great deals and cute things. However there were girls at my school that would wear pajamas to class. Sure, they resembled outfits…shorts and a loungy top. But it looked retarded. Mainly because I wore them to bed. And they were always those floral designs that shouldn’t be a pattern on any decent outfit. On top of it, these girls would try to dress them up a bit with leather flats and big fucking hair bows. (It was the early 90’s in So Cal.)

So really, do yourself a favor. Lounge in pajamas at home. But put on casual clothes when you go out in public. Or you’ll look ridiculous and probably end up in www.peopleofwalmart.com. I’ll be the first to take a picture and turn your ass in.

It should be noted that I do NOT hate people who do this. I simply hate what these people do. BIG difference.

My kid is amazing. She has a talent of making snap decisions about really tough things. Like which earrings look better. Or which shoes I should wear.

So, like most mornings, I needed her opinion as I was racing out the door for work.

Me: Does this blouse show too much for work?
Elle: No mom. It looks fine.
Me: [kneeling down so my cleavage was at Elle's eye level] Are you sure?
Elle: Yes mom. You look cute.

As a female with a rack, what I see when looking down always looks more revealing than the view from the front.

So we left the house.

Once I got to the office, I caught a glimpse of this shirt in a reflection. Here’s what I saw:

Either my kid was in a rush and wanted to get to school, thought I changed professions or needs glasses.

I’m completely thankful for safety pins. This one saved my career. Or at least, my reputation. (But probably ruined my reputation of having a little style.)