Last night Bill and I ordered the "2 for 1 Senior Special" at IHOP and the waitress asked to see my ID to prove I was 55...YAY! I happily pulled out my ID showing the big 6-0.
I wonder if she would've questioned my old age if she had seen the get-up I had on one day at Jaysa and Mike's? It was one of those first days with Baby Ben when lack of sleep and better judgement caused me to realize late one afternoon that absolutely nothing I had on that day (I was still in my pajama bottoms) in any way matched. In fact, it was an abysmal failure in the 'outfit' department.
Funny thing was, I had been wearing it all day (it was about 3 in the afternoon) and neither Mike nor Jaysa had even noticed the unique flavor of my duds. The only reason I noticed was because I think there was some discussion about who was going to make a chow run and I looked down to see if I could go as I was or if I needed to change.