I remember one time last semester when I left the dorm still wearing my nightshirt and long johns.
The really embarassing part was that I didn’t realize that I’d forgotten to get dressed until class was over. :smack:
Was anyone else surprised that lieu wears pants often enough that pantslessness would be noticable?
Eh, everybody shows up to class in pjs in college at least once. I took more than one midterm in fluffy cloud sleep pants.
If it makes the OP feel any better, I once walked about a quarter of the way to class in boxer briefs and a t-shirt…
There was definitely something in the air today. I happily went out to the end of the driveway to get the mail and while I was down there I chatted briefly with (after waving cheerily to) an older gentleman who lives on the opposite side of the cul-de-sac.
Then realized that I had jammed my feet into my tennis shoes without pulling them up over my heels, which are sorely in need of a lengthy session with a pumice stone.
And I wasn’t wearing a bra, just a very old, very soft, very thin, white t-shirt.
:smack:
Am I the only one wondering why you had no shirt on at work? Have I missed something… I do, you know, miss things, I mean.
You all are confused - this craziness started last night when I took my son’s adderall instead of my antibiotic :eek: same size bottle, same colored capsules except one end of his is amber and one end of mine is yellow. At 10:30pm, who notices these things?
Today was a l o n g day 
Thank you, JimSox5. When I saw this thread title, I made a bet with myself: if someone asked for a photo within the first 10 posts, I got to buy new towels (which I can’t afford) tomorrow.
Yeah! I’m getting new towels.
You know, that isn’t the part that gets me. The part that surprises me is: “Daddy, you’re not wearing any pants.”
Once, when I was 12, I ran from my house to the community pool in my underwear to tell my mom she had a telephone call.
Every bluesman needs a nickname. And people call me two-shoes. Cause I always wear two shoes.
Me too. Sadly, one had a 2" heel, one had a 3" heel. Same color, basic pumps.
I have been trying to break the bad habit of taking LilMiss to school in my pajamas when I work from home. A few weeks ago when I got home there was a panicky message from her stating she needed her violin right away. I grabbed it, ran back out and drove it to school. As I walked into school, LilMiss was standing there, mouth agape. “Couldn’t you have put some NORMAL clothes on, Mom?!?!?”
I guess going into a school bra-less in silk lounging pajamas is not appropriate. I had a coat on at least. Okay, it was a robe.
Ever since then unless I am dressed before I come down and log in, she will bring me clothes.
See Zebra, if normalcy reigns the shirt goes on first, then the pants, whichever familial units are awake are bid a fond goodbye, I build the road coffee and depart.
But if I’m wanting a presently sleeping kiddo to waken to the point where I can wish her a good day before departing then at some point in the aforementioned sequence she’ll need to be stirred. Usually the stirring causes a somewhat delayed, sleepeyed response. But, always to my delight, on the rare day a response is immediate it’s righteously fraught with questions regarding the unfinished aspects of my prepatory proceedure.
Not knowing I’d just started dressing she was, in short, covering my ass.
Jeez, I’d say this ranks a bit higher on the scale than forgetting a shoe or even a shirt. I’m glad you weren’t hurt and that the truck isn’t worse.
Perhaps things will improve once we all settle into Standard Time?
Always glad to help. 
…Oral exam! I talked about Aeschlyus and ‘The Libation Bearers’ with my professor, who is at least pushing 70.
Yeah, some of my friends from home had the same reaction, too…sometimes I forget there’s an outside world that’s not used to my school’s peculiar lingo…
Your a female right? Hot, very hot. TOPLESS :eek:
Firstly…HOW did you not notice?Er…I’m looking a little pinker than usual today
Secondly…Did you remember to put a bra on?
Thirdly…I would love to have seen the look on your fellow workers/passersby 
I woke up with a migrane and proceeded to take a chinese exam.
From what I recall I think I worte my name correctly, but not which class I’m in. And I wrote a completely perfect sentence with a completely wrong verb in it. I blame all of you. And the migrane.
I dressed in the dark one time and discovered at work that I had one brown shoe and one black shoe.
I hear that works OK, but an hour later you’ve got a headache again.