My friend Mel sent me a text yesterday saying "Hey, what are you doing tomorrow? I'm going for a drive. I'll pick you up at 9:30 a.m." I was tempted to answer "Hey, what do you think I am - a jobless hobo with nothing to do on weekdays?"
Except that I am.
I asked if I had to wear a party dress or heels or something stupid, and she said yes, wear your Sunday best. So I humoured her, and I put on pants and actually brushed my hair before leaving the house.