I stayed in my pajamas all day yesterday. I showered…so at least I wasn’t an unwashed sloth..but then I put those pj’s back on. That’s the beauty of a home office and working at a computer. (While The Girl is home from school, I’m not going into our pest control office.)
Now, I believe if you’re going to be a sloth, you have to do it right, no holds barred. :O Around 5 p.m. I abandoned my office and wandered downstairs, piled up in a recliner with The Girl and the dogs and we watched hours of Stylenetwork (or is it Stylechannel) and TLC–you know those shows where they make you over or they make over your house or they come and declutter your junk or you get to watch hunks of fat being cut out and new boobs being put in on Dr. 90210. For dinner we ate cheese and crackers and apples with peanut butter and raisins. :hehe: And my kickbox class I like so much? Well, that didn’t happen from where my butt was melded to the recliner in my pj’s. 
But my slothfullness truly knew no bounds. I called my husband and asked if on his way home from work he’d run by the store for a Ben and Jerry’s fix for me and Girl. Nice man that he is, he delivered two different flavors–one for each of us–and then he enjoyed a bowl of cold cereal for dinner. Hey, maybe when I stroll on-stage in my pajamas to accept my sloth award, they can give me the bad-wife award at the same time. :laugh:
