The student council gets together and decides what we will dress like each day.
Monday was "Come as you are", Pajama day. When my sister picked out a nightie for me, she let her little granddaughter choose. My only condition was "no lace" so I got a thigh length, pink Poo Bear shirt, with decals front and back.
I fully intended to wear it (with a pair of slacks underneath), but washed it too late Sunday. By Monday, the bottom was still damp. So, plan B was a Scottish clan plaid night shirt, knee length, with a front and back flap and empress waist line. (Same slacks underneath.) It felt odd having a bra under it, but looked just slightly strange.
I forgot I was out of milk and bread, so I ended up still be-night gowned, hitting Hy-Vee and Wal Mart. The staff members I met had all changed into normal garb, so I questioned their school spirit. As I came out of Wally World with my two jugs of the cheapest milk in town, a car full of highly made up, stylishly-dressed young girls gawked. One leaned out the open window, so I flapped my front panel at her and talked to them.
"Come as you are/Pajama Day."
"Are you a teacher?"
We had a pretty upbeat five minute gab fest, then I flipped my flap and left. If I'd had time to post then, I'd have been able to give a blow by blow. You'd have gotten a bunch of jokes about Homecoming from both groups.