reduce, reuse, you know…

It’s that time again.  Time to clean out the “Recent Drafts” section.  That’s just what WordPress calls them.  Some of these aren’t so recent so let’s grab a few titles, shall we?

No.  Not really asking you.  Just a nice transitional phrase. We’re doing it.  I’m pulling up titles, sharing them with you and then privately evaluating the content of the posts I never finished.  Or finished but never posted. Or didn’t actually write because some of these bad boys are posts in name only:

don’t kill the cat…

love is another matter altogether…

the worst dream…

prints…

stupid words…

lost voice…

you learn something new everyday…

spring is in the skin…

coffee and thai takeout…

a note to conference advertisers…

party planning -or- guilt avoidance with cami…

idle hands are the devil’s playthings and other deep insights…

and last but not least

please, not the pjs…

Of the 34 posts sitting in my queue, these are the titles of posts that might be salvageable.  Some because the title made me giggle others because I remember writing the post and have a craving to complete them.  One that I play over and over in my mind is prints… because I remember clearly what I was thinking upon seeing some prints on the glass at the airport over the Summer but I’ve never quite found a way to finish the post.  Others, I have absolutely NO CLUE what on earth I’m talking about, like party planning -or- guilt avoidance with cami… I mean really.  What the hell is that all about?  There’s no content in the post and the date provides me with no context.  I’m going to have a think of some of these…

Though please, not the pjs… I mights as well get over with here and now.  Okay?  Here we go:

Girls?  Stop wearing your fucking PJs in public.  Stop wearing your slippers to school.  Stop pretending the bus is your bed and put on some clothes that are actually meant to be worn outside.  The grocery store is not your parents’ house.  GET FUCKING DRESSED.

Okay.  I feel better now.

6 thoughts on “reduce, reuse, you know…

  1. Sybil Law says:

    I blame the mothereffing Uggs as the downfall of dressing in public. They felt like slippers, so that led to comfy “pajama” clothes- only they were actually pajamas.
    Then again it was fairly cool for us to wear boxers back in the day.

  2. mom says:

    Thank you! Parents are as guilty as teens.
    After Christmas Bob and I went out , it was a warm sunny day, 12 degrees, wind chill 2, cloudy and damp. A mom walks by us with her two teenage girls, wearing flannel PJ’s , sweatshirts and slippers. Bad enough? Not on your life. In another store parking I had the misfortune to seeing a 300 pound man (I refuse to use gentleman) out in public in flannel pj bottoms, a t-shirt and slippers. Somebody blindfold me please.
    Get a clue people flannel pj are not a style, they are a very bad choice.

  3. djtv says:

    AMEN SISTER! I was in the airport a few weeks ago and said the same thing. Really. This is an airplane, not your bedroom.

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