...I'm not wearing them.
I'm starting to feel slightly underdressed here in my new digs.
I wake up each morning, throw on my sweats, descend twenty something floors, and yank my dogs out the service door.
It's 6 o'clock potty time, and I really don't care what I look like.
My pups were used to walking out the back door and doing their business three feet away...while I sipped my coffee in
That's not doable here in fancy-pants-land.
It's a long trek to get to the grass, and more than once we've found ourselves sharing an elevator with a snobbish poodle.
We've learned to hang our heads and avoid eye contact.
But other than the snobbish canines, we're enjoying our new adventure.
Our house is sold, there's no turning back.
I may have to upgrade my morning attire though.
And I suppose I'm going to have to start liking boats...and museums.