Potatoes and Pajamas

 

(For anyone interested, as requested by Steve at Shadows and Light, here’s a link to the recipe for that chocolate cake I mentioned previously. Wacky Cake)

 

          Here we go – less than a week and the mad shuffle begins. A friend of mine decided that everyone, everyone is getting gift cards and that was it. Another friend will be ordering take-out (albeit fancy take-out) for their Christmas meal. Truly role models for better living.

          As for me, I was baking potatoes at 8:00 a.m. this morning so I’d have time to make and freeze stuffed potatoes before thundering off to my afternoon event. After I write this, I need to start my task list. I also need to find the sweet spot of when to hit the grocery store before the crowds make it a suicide mission, but not so early that we all end up in the ER from food poisoning.

          Last week I was in the grocery store, minding my own business, when a woman pushed her cart closer to mine and leaned in.

          “Pajamas! When did it become okay to wear pajamas in public?” She tipped her head meaningfully to the quiet young couple a few feet away.

          Really? Okay. I’ve had these thoughts, too. I mean, if these are their clothes for going out, what do they wear to relax in? But I don’t feel the need to accost strangers and hiss snide comments.

          Later, I blamed the incident on my dirty hair. Out of expediency, I’d twisted my hair up and trapped it in a clip. 

          Maybe she’d identified me as a fellow-Karen, or mistaken me for the snooty character on Absolutely Fabulous.