Anonymous wrote:I don't care. If someone walks by in their tennis skirt, I assume it's because they play tennis. I walk around in my yoga pants all day, but that's because I work from home and I like to be dressed in clothes that are as close to PJs as possible. I don't expect anyone to "look good" for me, for the crowd at Starbucks, or anywhere for that matter. I'm 40, and I just don't give a rat's azz about all that crap anymore--whether you're fancy, sporty, or hobo attired (like me

). I do care if you're funny, nice, polite.
I find funny, nice, polite people all over. Even in tennis skirts. Even in mom jeans. Even in garish Christmas sweaters when the season's right.
If someone doesn't want me to be part of their circle, owch, it stings for a little bit, but I don't particularly have any desire to have a huge network of friends either. I'm an introvert. Seven, eight people to call my buddy, and I'm good.
No biggie.
Meanwhile, enjoy your coffee! I go for 16-oz nonfat latte. I never remember what the hell the right Starbucks terminology for it is, either, though I've been there and ordered it like a ga-zillion times. Please don't snicker if you're standing behind me in line--there just isn't room in my scattered brainses for this incidental information to stick!
PS: Talking shit about other people's kids--if you don't actually care about them--is mean. Talking about other people's kids when you do care about them, hell, okay by me. Talk about my kids if you want to. They're quirky and I love 'em.