Maybe I Shouldn't Wear Brown?

Let's talk about bad clothes days, shall we?

Yesterday morning I changed out of my ducky pajamas and jumped into a pair of tan Levi's and a new chocolate brown polo shirt from Target. After checking myself in the mirror for price tags and size stickers, I put on some mascara and strutted into the kitchen to make breakfast for the kids.

So, upon my entry to the kitchen, Mr. Brainy Mom takes one look at me and says "You look nice."

And there I was, feeling good about my neutral ensemble, confident I looked at least as good as most of the other carpooling moms dropping kids at school. (Probably better than some of them--at least I had on a bra and I still have teeth.) Anyhow, no one would see me since we were just dropping the kids off and not even getting out of the car.

"Thanks!" I reply cheerfully, pleased that he has noticed my new shirt. Since it's only 6:05 in the morning, it does not yet occur to me that when Mr. BM says I look "nice", it may actually mean "you remind me of something, but I am not sure what. . ."

And I go about my day cheerfully, stopping in at the post office and the grocery store, with no further thought about my attire.

That evening, Mr. BM greets me with, "Have you been wearing that all day?"

"Yessss. . . Why???" I reply cautiously, visions of my price tag hanging out the back of my collar all day, advertising to all who have seen me that I got my shirt ON SALE! Or worse yet, one of those size stickers is still stuck somewhere on me, shouting to the world that I had to buy a LARGE! (hey, not my fault, some of those shirts run really small!)

"Because I just figured out what you remind me of. . . A UPS worker!"


Uh, yeah, thanks a lot. No wonder the man at the post office kept staring at my chest. HE WAS LOOKING FOR MY LOGO!