If We Could See The Future

So it was pretty cold this morning and I wanted to huddle in the house all day but I had to get the recycling on the curb first. I did what any sane woman would do: threw on the first outfit I could lay my hands on.

Which means that I ended up running out front in bright pink sweatpants and a red sweatshirt that make me look about 20 pounds heavier than I am.

And I realized if my 17 year old self:

Yes, that's my real hair.  

Could see the way my current self is apparently comfortable leaving the house:

How cute is Sassy photobombing me?

It might actually kill her.