Oops, I did it again...

You: (whilst browsing blogs, you happen to stop in mine) Dum dee dum dum....WOAH! (you are shocked when you see this...)

You: What the heck is THAT? Oh wait, is that a baby blanket?
Me: Er...no.
You: Wait, did you buy a clown outfit so you could put it on and scare me?
Me: Um, not exactly. That's...um...those...um...
You: That's what? Baby pajamas? They're kinda girly for a baby boy, aren't they?
Me: Well, uh....hmmmm...those would be....
You: (look a little bit closer and you see this...)

You: Holy smokes! Is that a top? Are those pajamas!?? (You look at the size) I KNOW those aren't baby pajamas. Ain't no baby that big ever been born!
(You really should use better English, but I don't correct you because I'm nice like that.)
Me: Wait, I can explain...
You: (Interrupting me again. Where ARE your manners?) I thought you learned your lesson with your Christmas pajamas! You said you'd never make that mistake again. You said you were embarassed you bought pajamas with pictures on them!
Me: If you'd shut up a moment, and let me get a word in edewise, I could tell you why I own these uber ugly nursing pajamas!!
You: (silently looking at me with your arms folded all judgmental like, and acting like you want to say "this better be good!")
Me: Yes, using my agency, I bought these without being under the influence of peppermint hot chocolate, or Christmas, or anything. I sat at my computer, and bought them off of ebay. HOWEVER, in my defense, the picture they posted was about the size of my thumbnail, and they looked plain blue. They did NOT mention that they were covered in baby shooting stars, and had a tiny bow that would sit between my bosoms (or somewhere in the vicinity thereof). I did hesitate, because I'm not into baby blue, but it's not often you see nursing pajamas. Usually they try to sell you some mid thigh "gown" that, if you chose to lean over, your bum would be exposed for all the world to see. So when I saw these- actual pajamas with a top and a bottom, the baby blue color didn't matter to me anymore. When the package arrived, I was horrified, and thought, "OH NO! I cannot wear these!" then I put them on. Not only are they ugly, but they are huge. Even pulling the bottoms up to my chest, the crotch hangs down to my knees, and yet, I keep them. Yes. I still think to myself, "Why do the makers of nursing pajamas think the mother wants to be dressed like her baby?", but I keep them. The good news is, I will never wear these out of the house, I promise. Yes, I am ashamed, but not enough to return them. In fact, I'm beginning to think I am a magnet for ugly pajamas. It happened at Christmas, and it happened again in March. Maybe I should embrace this part of me that is reaching out for ugly pajamas. I always think to myself that I am Ethel Merman in a sea of Sarah Jessica Parker bloggers. I should just accept it. We can't all be cute, skinny, talented writers who use good grammar. Somebody has to wear glasses, ugly pajamas, and use polka dots on their blog, why not me? So, from now on I shall blog in these pajamas. They shall give me inspiration, and in return, I will inspire you to not look so cute all the time so I don't go around feeling bad. Oh yes, I've seen some of your pictures. The get togethers, the outings, the self portrait photos. Somehow everyone is so cute, and knows how to dress. I was naive enough to believe that we were blogging because we had a face for blogging. But, no. All I've seen are cute people, sitting with eachother in cute outfits, probably saying cute things. It's not fair! *pounds fists* Alas, I must accept it, because I doubt you'll ever ugly down for me.