My mother has asked me to buy her plaid pj pants and a t shirt. I'm not sure why I'm buying her a t shirt. And then my sister has told me to buy myself (and bring) plaid pj pants. So we can all wear them at the same time (she already has a pair). That is kinda weird, no?
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Costco has those packaged as a set, FWIW.
There were two people in those suits (not Santa-style though) just walking down the street outside of Amy's reading in Naperville last month.
Oh god, that's right. Green and purple.
So we can all wear them at the same time
Family photo!
Yes - adorable Christmas picture!
You should totally get some for your father too!
You're welcome, JenP. Glad to spread the chicken soup love.
That is kinda weird, no?
Your family wants to all wear matching pjs for Xmas. That isn't kinda weird, it is kinda hokey and sentimental! Then again, your family suddenly becoming hokey and sentimental? Maybe kinda weird.
So we can all wear them at the same time (she already has a pair). That is kinda weird, no?
Perhaps I won't mention the time we all gave each other Snuggies and wore them all day? Mine was purple.
But we are kinda weird. Anyone who visits on Christmas will vouch for this, once they regain the power of speech.
Those morph suits look kinky to me (well as much as lime green can look kinky anyway). Am I just broken?
I don't have a Costco membership anymore.
Man, if I don't go to the mall soon, it will be a crazy scene. But I really don't want to leave the house today.
your family suddenly becoming hokey and sentimental? Maybe kinda weird.
Exactamiento. Even considering the circumstances.
I used to have the best plaid PJ bottoms--they were krav logoed. But one of my fainting spells they got caught on something and ripped worse than they could practically be repaired. Sadface.
Am I just broken?
There's totally a kink around them. Totally. I can't remember what it's called, though. One of the krav instructors played in that space. He was a hoot. And he wore one for Halloween one year. Despite the head to toe covering, everyone instantaneously knew who he was. And he looked *fine*.
I fear the morphsuit. Also, perhaps lightly less, the fact that I'm at the airport with an hour to kill and my brain is in one of its ENTERTAIN ME DAMMIT moods. It worries me that I have all the locations of the best buy vending machines memorized