Sarcastic Much?


A Non-Yoga Balancing Act.
Michael Jackson caused a gigantic brouhaha the other day by wearing pajama pants to court.

Wow. Imagine if the neighbors called the local news stations because, as usual, I'm out on the center island of the cul-de-sac in my pajama bottoms, a sweatshirt, heavy coat, and furry boots? I mean, call the fug girls, because this is a FASHION EMERGENCY. I clearly require some sort of intervention, complete with $5,000 New York shopping spree, new high-maintenance hairstyle, and makeup tips.

I can imagine the panicked 911 recording being replayed over every media outlet for weeks - or until something else catches the public's attention. "Yes, I can see her - sort of. It's not light outside yet, but I'm pretty sure I caught sight of a 'Life is Good' logo. Yes, there she is - OH MY GOD! There are little doggies sledding all over those flannel pants! Yes... now she's - she's walking back to her house!"

What? You say I am exaggerating? You say there is no comparison between an international celebrity wearing pajama bottoms to a serious courtroom in broad daylight and a local nobody wearing her PJs out for five minutes in the predawn light scant yards from her home so her dog can have his wees?

Well geez. I was just trying to do that "balance" thing. I hear all the cool kids are doing it.
Posted: Wednesday - March 16, 2005 at 07:20 AM         | |

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