Now that's a lunch and Mikey can't dress himself properly yet

We had a big morning tea today and there was a lot of leftovers. So at lunchtime I went grazing. 

I came back to my desk with a jam donut, a slice of cake and a small brown cupcake. I'd stacked them on the plate, largest to smallest; a pre-Turduckan conglomeration of desserts!

Aww yeah.

Later, when we were home, theWife asked how I'd gone with my choice of pants. I hadn't any of the proper pants to hand this morning so I 'd worn an admittedly thin-weave pair of black tracksuit pants.

It was an odd question. I responded with a wary 'fine ... why?'

It was then she revealed the pants in question, which she'd purchased for me, were not in fact tracksuit pants.

They were girls' pyjama pants.

Dressing fail.