Peasant Woman

It all started with this crazy little Adidas jacket that Kimo found a couple of years back while looking for a Halloween costume. Always on the lookout for a good disguise, Kimo went to town on this little number, a shiny blue, poly-plastic-looking thing from the 70's. Which--I swear--was made in Russia, just to lend it that extra bit of authority.

Between Halloweens, the jacket was retired, relegated to the basement, where it kept company with Elvis, a revolving head and my shiny gold-lame pantsuit, complete with matching headband.

Or so I thought. Here and there, the jacket surfaced, sometimes just for a day, sometimes for a week. But always, it made its way back into its crazy little corner home in our basement.

And then Kimo started working from home.

Yup, that's right. Working from home.

Is there any other phrase that screams sloth as much as "working from home?" That out-right admits we're sitting at the computer in our sweatpants while others are showering, shaving and driving to work?

What's even worse, of course, is when both of you are working from home. Now add a baby into the mix, and you'll get a good idea of why our friends have stopped dropping by before noon.

I get it of course, don't get me wrong. I mean, who wants to see their friends wearing matching track suits, looking like they just got off the boat?

I mean, that's just day-to-day life for us Peasant Folk. Back in the old country, we'd already have fielded our fellow track-suit-wearing friends and put away some serious shots well before noon.