It's 7 am on a Wednesday and I'm currently wearing my women's tiger print kimono robe. It's a little brisk in Boulder, so I popped on the fire while my French press sits for the preferred 2 minutes. This is what kimonos are made for.
Buuuut not 12 hours ago, I was enjoying Taco Tuesday, or should I say Tequila Tuesday, in the same tiger kimono. We don't call it a party kimono for nothing. Hell, I almost called this the Crouching Tiger, Hidden Hangover kimono, because I have no idea how I'm going to hide this worn out face when I show up at the office in an hour. Wish me luck.