Mini-me pretty much dresses herself, these days, and - being raised a hybrid in a house filled with women with distinctively different tastes - like her sisters, she spends a painfully long time getting ready in the morning.

Not today.

Because the one thing they all agree upon (including my son) is that there is no other fashion tip more important than knowing how to wear your winter...um...innerwear?

All the cool kids are wearing their pajamas inside out and backwards.

Especially the ones living in my house and in the event of a winter storm warning!

Perhaps you haven’t heard - or simply do NOT have a school-aged child living with you, at the moment - but, wearing your pajamas inside out and backwards is more than just personal choice, it’s a moral imperative.

If you're a mom - like me - then perhaps you'll be happy to learn this method works surprisingly well with hooded sweatshirts.

Especially for teenagers - and especially during those not-so-lovely moments (once a month) - the backwards-effect is an attractive alternative to...well, you know.

Economically sound and gender-friendly, this trend truly transcends all antecedent boundaries - especially those enforced by hand-me-downs and/or 8-year-old boys with little or no fashion sense who typically refer to girls as “icky” - just watch, as we blaze a trail in believing that there is a difference between form and function.

Although, getting his attention and turning away from the television may prove a bit, you know, tricky.

Yes, as you can see, wearing pajamas inside out and backwards really does work - a little too well - because it's raining freakin' skittles over here!

Seriously, it sounds like poprocks going off over our heads and it's totally freaking me (and the kids) out!

I mean, the lights are flickering (read: must end blog post before power outage) it's deadly cold and everything is freezing...solid!

Oh, well...at least they had the good sense to cancel school and we all - with the exception of daddy - are home safe and sound.

Now, excuse me while I call my husband, remind him to be careful, tell him how much I really do love him and then proceed to drill a hole into my head and bury my face deep into a box of chocolates.

Did I mention the kids are all home from school, today - what was I thinking - and they can't even go outside. Stupid ice!

Happy Valentine's Day, sweetie!

No worries - even if the kids beat it outta me - I'll try and save you at least a little bit of lovins' and perhaps even a lovely coconut-creme, somewhere easily found on my pale-white-dead body.