Do you ever have one of those moments when you do something pretty stupid, only to realize it an hour later? It happened to me this morning, when I reached into a dark closet to grab a pair of jeans to wear to work (yeah, we're casual here at OnMilwaukee.com when we don't have any meetings lined up).

In my post-shower, pre-coffee haze that envelops the first 20 minutes of every morning, I didn't bother to look at the jeans, noticing only that they were blue and without holes.

Only when I rolled into work and took my phone out of my pocket did I realize that said jeans were covered in old paint, various hues of white primer and other shades that grace my walls.

Yes, I wore painting pants to work.

It sort of makes me wonder how I manage to shave without cutting myself, drive without careening off the Hoan Bridge or occasionally (OK, rarely) properly iron a shirt before 9 a.m. I'm used to being a groggy zombie in the morning, but this was even sillier than the time I showed up to the office with my shirt inside out.

Did I mention I turn 34 in three weeks?

Fortunately, I've been thinking I needed a new pair of jeans, anyway, so I patiently waited until Urban Outfitters opened, walked down the street and treated myself to a new pair of Levi's -- which, while a step up from my normal Target, The Gap or Old Navy models, didn't set me back too far. Problem solved by 11 a.m.

And had I not just blogged about it, no one might have noticed.