I really must remember that men's pajama pants shouldn't be worn in public and if they are, absolutely must not be worn sans undergarments. I'm getting funny looks when I flip the switch at bad drivers. I think I'm sending mixed signals.
I'm a crack-ho lazy mom who vacillates between feelings of inadequacy and delusions of grandeur. I am not bothered by kid snot, garlic breath or Bob Dylan's voice. But pinch me with your toes and I will probably kill you.