Touché

Because I like to sit "Indian style" or tuck one foot under me with my knee sticking out to the side, I am terribly rough on pajama pants. Specifically, on the crotchular regions of pajama pants. I think I have one pair of pj pants out of about ten that doesn't have a hole in the crotch. Sexy! Recently, one of my favorite pairs -- a cute thin flannel pair from Victoria's Secret -- completely gave up the ghost. I knew that flannel gets weak when it gets old, but I still wasn't expecting my pants to split down the front of one thigh. I conceded that as much as I like them and as much as I don't really have a problem with wearing slightly holey pajamas*, it was time to find a replacement pair.

Last Friday evening I set out with Evil Ducky for dinner and a bit of shopping, and pj pants were the top priority on my list of things to find. At Target, I found a cute and comfy pair that I really liked and ended up buying. They're a rich yellow, about the color of the goldenrod crayon in a box of Crayolas, and they have large white sunflowers printed all over them. I knew MB wouldn't love them, but I figured he's not the one wearing them.

vbg:  So, these are my new pj pants. What do you think?

MB:  They're okay.**

vbg:  I think they're very me.

MB:  Yeah. ((long absentminded pause)) They're kind of loud.




* as opposed to holy pajamas, which is another issue entirely

** his standard response when something ranks anywhere from "meh" to "nearly awesome"



Reading:  The Late, Lamented Molly Marx by Sally Koslow and My Little Red Book by Rachel Kauder Nalebuff

Playing:  No Angel by Dido

"Here With Me", "Thank You" (I can't find anything that will embed)