We have casual Friday options at my place of work.  The catch is that you’re only allowed to participate if you pay $3 for the right to dress down.  In the past, I’ve laughed at this option and done other things with my money.  It seemed totally illogical to spend good money on the right to wear pants that I can wear after work for free.

Then this morning happened.

I got out of bed at 7:20, into the shower at 7:54, and needed to be out of the house at 8:00.  With 2 minutes for hair, makeup, and clothing choice, there isn’t much room for deliberation.  With virtually no ironed clothes and a stack of dry cleaning waiting to go to the dry cleaner’s, the options were looking slim.

Then the closet gods spoke, a light shone down on my favorite pair of jeans, and a chorus of angels sang in my head.  It was just like Touched by an Angel, except for the whole dove thing.  I’m glad there wasn’t a dove in my closet.  In that moment, the prospect of spending $3 to wear jeans to work didn’t seem ridiculous at all.  Happiness for the approximate price of a happy meal is difficult to come by past age six, and even if I don’t intend to make a habit of paying to wear jeans to work, it sure is nice today.  I feel comfortable, relaxed, and 5% sneaky (not sure why the sneaky is in there, it just is).