Vagabond?

Luke was making fun of me the other night because I was dressed like this...

I don't know what he means. I thought this outfit looked very flattering on me.

But really, this is what happened.

Luke wanted to go on a walk Sunday {late} afternoon and it was cold. So, I changed from my short sweats (I know, but it was Sunday. Sweats of any kind are appropriate) to my long {man} sweats and threw on a few layers on top. When we got home from our walk, I was still so comfortable that I didn't take any layers off and therefor, I was dubbed a vagabond. At least it's a fancy way of calling me a bum.