Sure sign of…

When you have this conversation three times in one day, its a sure sign you are wearing sweatpants, a pony tail and a t-shirt too often.

I pick up the middle son after school–first words of hello–

middle: “Why are you all dressed up?”

me(huh?): “What are you talking about?” (I glance down–I’m wearing a pair of jeans and a turtle neck. Oh and I almost forgot, a pair of earings.)

middle: “You’re all dressed up.”

me(I throw him a look): “We had mass this morning, this is what I wore to it, remember?” (see I don’t always wear sweatpants)

middle: “Oh yeah, I forgot.”

I pick up the oldest from practice–first words of hello–

oldest: “Why you all dressed up?”

me(I roll my eyes): “Hello to you to. And, I’m not.”

oldest: “You’re wearing earrings aren’t you?”

me (glowering–I can’t possibly look that different from what I look like most days…can I?): “Today is Friday, we had mass at school for Tanner.”

oldest: “Oh, okay.”

Husband arrives home–first words of hello–

hubby: “Do we have something going on tonight?”

me(oh you have got to be kidding me!): “No. How was your day?”

hubby(smiling): “Fine. So how is the mailman doing today?.”

me: “Paul?” (You know if any of you ever get a chance to read one of my books and there are conversations that seem to jump all over the place, its because I live it on a daily basis)

hubby(wags his eyebrows at me): “Like those earrings did he?”

me: “Oh for pete’s sake!” (I raise the straining spoon I’d been using to scoop out the noodles for spaghetti) “Like if I were having an affair with the mailman I’d really still be dressed up. I’d want to be hiding it, don’t you think?”

hubby(leans in to taste the spaghetti sauce with a shrug, obviously not phased in the least by my threatening stance with the plastic spoon): “Maybe you just look smart.”

Okay, now how in the world was I supposed to react to that I want to know?!

Oh and Paul, don’t worry, the hubby was just giving me crap.