so it struck me today, as my sister got another fleece bathrobe, and i got a weird pair of fleece pants, that I’ve never owned a bathrobe. Ever.

I do have this old cotton winter jacket that does a pretty good job, but then it’s not a bathrobe in the sorta “mmm mmmm soft terrycloth towel in robe form” kinda way. But it’s never really bothered me, i usually freeze or bundle up, never this sort of, in between state that a bathrobe is. it’s like a temporary allevation from having to get dressed or just hop in bed. But thinking on it, they seem pretty handy.

My sister has one, and she just tosses it on during the weekends, and voila, no need to dress. Me on the other hand, I huddle in front of my computer, trying to ignore the cold. I can’t go downstairs and cook lunch because it’s too cold unless I’m dressed, but I don’t want to go through the hassle of showering and dragging on some clothes. I don’t even understand the depths of laziness here. I can pull this off for an hour. Ridiculous.

Bathrobes are like luxury, they’re luxury. So i guess while someone else would be disciplined enough to get dressed, I guess I just could never be bothered. Does this make me a man?