Not that y’all care or anything, but I have been irritating all my friends lately by waxing poetic about the most perfect pair of pajama pants evah that I bought at Old Navy on Monday. A bargain at $14.99, I bought them a size too large so they hang nicely over my ample posterior. Soooooft cotton. Black, with a pink rose on the left hip. I couldn’t wait to get home today and slip out of my suit and into my wonderful pj pants. I think I may ask to be buried in them when I die.
So yes, it’s true. I blog in pajamas.
