Ugly Wife Day

No, this is not a holiday. To my knowledge only two people fully acknowledge participating (me and Kar), but I have a hunch that thousands more observe it unknowingly. What is Ugly Wife Day? It's those mornings when you wake up and decide not to change every piece of clothing. Or if you do change all your clothes, you just go for a fresh pair of pajamas. Or maybe you're purely going for comfort and you end up in lime green pj pants with polar bears, a forest green long sleeve tee, and a Christmas green zip up sweat shirt. Throw on your fuzziest multicolored socks and now you're celebrating.

Back in the day I would call Kar and confess to her that I was having an ugly wife day. I didn't feel bad about it one bit. Sometimes we need days like this. The problem is I quit my job and haven't had to leave my house for two years and these days are becoming more frequent. And perhaps whats worse is that Ugly Wife Day doesn't keep me from going out in public. I can convince myself pretty quickly that it's only Wal Mart and who cares because nobody else is wearing a bra so why should I?

A few weeks ago our husbands went to play poker leaving the two of us together, alone for the evening. It can be quite a scene when two ugly wives get together on the same night. I had thrown on my way too big flowy pants with some ugly shirt and Kar showed up with what appeared to be her favorite sweatshirt from college, complete with a torn sleeve that just kind of dangled. She informed me that my big flowy pants were sagging and that my crack was showing. I informed her that I knew because I felt a tiny breeze. We looked at each other and laughed our faces off.

If anyone else out there would care to admit about their Ugly Wife Days, please feel free to share. Anyone? June? I've seen you in gray cut-off sweats with a wife beater and sky blue crocs. Lookin' good! Any other ugly wives?

Kar and I sat and pondered why it is that we have Ugly Wife Day. I told her for me some days I'm just going for comfort, not hotness. So we sat in our ugly clothes, being ugly wives, eating some nachos at midnight and we were very happy and content about this. She asked me if I thought other people had Ugly Wife Day. "Oh yeah," I replied affirmingly. It was then that I realized her very old torn shirt was dangling in our sour cream. I added, "maybe just not this bad."