I've done it: I've bought a moo-moo. I don't even think that's how you spell it, but I'm still in a little bit of a daze since I put it the cart this afternoon. I'm actually wearing right now...scary, huh? The tag didn't say 'moo-moo', it said 'duster'...I guess I'm supposed to dust while wearing it? Not gonna happen...
So I guess this makes me officially middle-aged.
Its almost like a surrender flag, although it's pink not white. I have bought a symbol (for me at least) of old lady clothing, so I've just surrendered the last piece of youth left in me. At least it feels that way right now. I know that it is really all about comfort at this minute but do I really want to start down that path? If I keep it up, I can see pink curlers, knee highs, and a hair net just around the corner.
So, for now I'll just wear the pink thing
(I've got enough weight issues
without using the word 'moo-moo' to describe my clothing)
around the house, poor Mark, and I'll roll up and put away
the surrender flag until I really need it.
Like if I start to feel the need to have dinner at 4:00 p.m.