This time, it’s in the matter of cozy pants. She tells me she comes home, showers, gets into her cozy pants, and stays there. Always in the cozy pants. So, when #1 daughter said she and her husband and child are also cozy pants addicts, and offered me a pair that didn’t fit any of them (yes, a pair that was too big for any of them, are you happy now?), I fell for the bait.
They were gateway pants. One pair was simply not enough.
I went online and bought more. Being a cheap bastard, I bought cheap bastard cozy pants, and I both am and am not sorry.
Sorry, because these have no pocketses! How sad is that? Well, I deal with that problem by wearing a fanny pack, although I wear it on my belly. I mean, why would you wear something where everybody in the world can get into it except you? As my grandpa would have said, “That’s just stupid.”
I’m not sorry for my purchases because look what one of them is:
MONKEY DRAWERS! Long-time readers my remember my tears when my previous pair of monkey drawers (different pattern) got all holes in. Oh! The sadness!
But now joy has returned to the MomGothosphere, for I have monkey drawers once more.
I’m posting today on Fatal Foodies about Saraghetti, viz., (just got that term so I have to use it before the new wears off) spaghetti the way daughter Sara makes it.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: What piece of clothing makes your main character absurdly happy?