Seriously, what happened to my "cool"?
At what point in my life did I find it acceptable to...
wear my sneakers to work;
wear my sneakers at work;
wear my sneakers to work with my running pod still attached;
wear a flippy clip in my hair;
go outside with a flippy clip in my hair;
go to the store with a flippy clip in my hair;
go to the mall with a flippy clip in my hair
wear pants that ride up my arse;
go to bed with my work shirt on;
wear maternity clothes 2 years after my baby was born;
wear the same shirt three times in one week to work (not after I slept in it, however);
wear dirty work clothes that have visible marks of my son's yogurt from three day's past;
lick the dirty off of my kid's faces?
Seriously, if anyone finds my "cool" (or my class), please tell it I need it back. Until then...