It's such a treat having T1G back in town, even if it is just a couple of days.
This morning, before running about, laundry and the block party I thought I'd grab some breakfast. So I gave him a call to see if he'd join me.
He did - but I'm thinkin' he probably won't be doing that again.
You see - I love breakfast at the little cafe in town. The girls are so sweet and it's pretty darn good breakfast.
Being the shy retiring gal that I am, I'm finally getting to know some of the waitresses.
Today one of my favorites was assigned the task of keeping me in coffee and making sure my english muffins are toasted properly. (they weren't but I don't like to be a "problem".)
Anyway - she comes up to the table to take our order and first off says "Look at you! You're all dressed and stuff".
The look on T1G's face was priceless. I think he thought I was kidding when I said I ran to the cafe in my jammies.
I wasn't.
I do.
Yeah, I do. He was.....appalled wouldn't be the right word. Let's just say it was pointed out that the world is not my bedroom. Huh.
I then pointed out that my jammies are much nicer than most folks every day run around clothes.
Yeah, didn't fly very far.
For cryin' out loud. These damned yankees are an uptight bunch! It wasn't like I was wearin' a teddy or such.
Posted by Tammi at September 9, 2006 02:41 PM | TrackBackROFLMAO!!
Posted by: Bou at September 9, 2006 07:17 PMThe hair on my ass is softer than most people's cashmere sweaters, but the cops still show up when I hit Denny's in the nude...
Goddamn prudes :)
Posted by: Graumagus at September 9, 2006 09:01 PMTammi,
Gee. I never figured T1G as the type that would be handing out fashion citations. Now you got me trying to remember what I wore down there to the cafe. I'm pretty sure it wasn't my jammies though.
Ack! I go everywhere in my jammies. I'm gonna have to rethink that, seeing as how I wouldn't want to send T1G reeling!
Posted by: oddybobo at September 10, 2006 10:34 AM