It’s 7am, we’re in the kitchen having breakfast. Rory looks at me.
“Mama, where are you going today dressed all fancy?”
I was wearing these flannel pj’s.
Liz may be right. Perhaps I do spend too much time in spandex.
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It is not what you were wearing but how you were wearing them