Cooooooooooooooomfy Clothes

Ask my brother about me and my comfy (as in 'comfortable') clothes. I'm big on them and he gets quite a kick out of it. If I speak to him after 5pm (which I generally do), he always asks if I'm in my comfy clothes yet.

If you find me past, say, 7pm central - 8 eastern (and that's stretching it)...I'm in them. Mornings - No question. 10pm and watching the news? - Comfy clothes. I spend most of my holidays at home IN comfy clothes. It causes a problem with my friend, L. You see...I like drinks right after work. She prefers to go home, rest up, and go back out. Well - I guess I could go out after 8p if the establishment would be ok with my leopard print jammies.

9-5 normal clothes are just fiiine. And I can do anything..Suits - Yep. Skirts and blouses - Works. Dress pants - OK. Jeans/sweaters - I can do that. Hit 8pm...COMFY.

Which means...Strip off whatever you have on...As you walk in the door. Shirt here, bra there, boots in the corner, jeans on the couch. And head for the big, giant CJ's sweatshirt and nothing else. Or - Leopard print jammies mentioned above? (Pants and spaghetti strap tank.) What could be better?? Old Navy grey pants and shirt with some inane logo? YUUUUUUUP - Bring It On! The possibilities are endless.

Nothing constrictive. Nothing that holds anything in...Or might make the slightest dent in my skin. It is the next best thing to naked. (Which I also love... But we'll go over that later.)

COM-FY. Comfy clothes...That's part of Trixie. Mmmmm -- In the leopard print jammies now...