Never let me hear any of you say I can't laugh at myself! This post is sure to split you readers into two camps--those who think I am crazy and those who are proud of my boldness/humility to post this picture Matt took of me last night. As some of you former roommates and hallmates know, I have a horrible habit of wearing the worst possible combination of clothes to bed. I don't know what my problem is, but I tend to always, without fail, pull out the most worn, ugly, unmatching items out and wear them around my house at night. Matt, of course, hates this habit, and he has gone so far as buy me nice pajamas that are warm and comfortable, leaving no room for me to go back to my old ways. But, sure enough, I find my way back to that old and tattered pair of plaid flannel shorts that someone was going to throw away at the end of my junior year of college that I rescued from certain death. Funny thing is they were horrible then so you can imagine them now! So with that introduction I give you this most recent atrocity...but let me explain. The pants are cute and fine, on their own. The genie shoes were the only slip on shoes I could find in my closet. The sweater is one of Matt's because I couldn't locate one of mine, and the tie around my waist is to simply keep the sweater wrapped around my body in the way that I wanted it to be while I was washing dishes. So, you see, everything has a purpose, but it was when I walked by a mirror and caught a glimpse of all of the items together as an outfit (dishwashing gloves on and all) that I realized the gigantic error of my ways. I am sorry to all you roommates who have endured this awful habit. I am sorry to myself for giving all my roommates the opportunity to laugh at my nighttime wardrobe handicap. And I am sorry most of all to Matt...enough said.