Last night, I didn't have any pajama bottoms for bed. They are all at the bottom of Mt. Laundry or the Clothes Plain that covers my basement, you know, the one the kids use as a nest. Anyway, being too lazy to go and excavate something of my own, I pulled out Mr. D's running shorts. They are a little too tight, because of my belly, but better than any pre-pregnancy things I have upstairs. So, I pull them on. Then comes a pre-preg sleep shirt. Obviously a little too small, but who cares? I am just going to bed. Mr. D looks at me and says "You look...uh, athletic."
Hmmm... what does that really mean?
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