My wine shipment showed up and I had to go to the door in my p.j.s… (It’s late afternoon.) Which consist of a badly tie-dyed t-shirt with a big hole and a coffee stain on it from this morning & a pair of Mister’s old, faded striped boxer shorts. My hair has not been brushed and I looked totally frazzled. (But, at least my toes are pretty…) I bet he laughed his ass off at the look of sheer joy on my face when I saw what he was delivering! Let’s hope he is a dad and understands the day of a mommy…. If not, oh well… He’ll just think I’m that crazy, drunk lady.