She doesn't even go here!

When it’s cold, I have this fuzzy pink zip-up fleece with basically Muppet fur on it that my mom bought me to wear in public but no.  Just no.  I couldn’t.  However, it is really soft, so I wear it all over the house.

When it’s warm, I just don’t wear pants when I’m alone in my house.  And as liberal as I am, I should wear pants outside.  And do.  (Also, Soffe shorts.)

And my most embarrassing childhood experience - which I may have shared here before - happened when I was 3.  My parents took me to Sesame Place and I put my face into one of those plywood cutouts of Oscar the Grouch so it was my face on Oscar’s body.  My dad took a picture and it was adorable… and then I realized that I’d shoved my entire big head through and couldn’t get out.  I started wailing and frantically waving my arms and panicking that I was going to be stuck as Oscar the Grouch forever.  It took popcorn butter, a lot of cold water from the water rides, and eventually a SAW to get me out of Oscar the Grouch.  They had to cut Oscar in half to get me loose.

It was 22 years ago and I still shudder thinking about it.