The H had cooked a nice meal for us last friday night, and we were going to eat it "properly" by the table with some nice wine, and have a little bit of "us" time when baby E was sleeping. I went upstairs to put on something appropriate.
On my way down the stairs I start to giggle when I realize what I was wearing.
Appearantly "something appropriate" for a nice meal these days is a well used and over sized pyjamas and warm socks...
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But it was a clean pyjamas, wasn't it?
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