So if I had read the schedule for the pool, I would have known that Saturdays from 10-11 are rugrat swim classes. So there went that. But I was there and had an abnormal amount of energy for a Saturday morning, so I decided I'd do some time on the hamster wheel. I really hate the treadmill... Hate it, hate it, hate it. You don't go anywhere. But the people watching is fantastic... So it was early-ish, but I got dressed before I went over to the gym. That's what you do, right? Get dressed before going in public? No... Apparently all the Marshall-ians (Martians?) wear their pajamas to the gym on Saturday morning. I have never seen that many pair of bad flannel plaid pants in a room at a time. However, don't worry. To disguise the fact that you're wearing your pjs in public, tuck your shirt in. Yup, tuck your big baggy stained Mickey Mouse tshirt into your plaid jammies, and no one will notice that you're not actually dressed. And this wasn't one person, this wasn't two people. There were no fewer than three sightings of this fashion phenomenon this morning....... I also saw the best femullet I've seen in ages. Permed and everything. I live in the sticks.

SOTD: Billy Ray Cyrus, Achy Breaky Heart

Posted by blueostrich at 5:53 PM
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