So I have these super old pajama bottoms with a stretched out waist, and whenever I put them on I say, "Dude. I need some new pajama bottoms."
This morning as I was chasing the puppy, aka "The Charming Terrorist," down the stairs, my pajama bottoms fell off and wound up as a puddle of pajama fabric around my ankles. And it was in that moment I realized that it (apparently) is NOT enough to float your desire to have new pajama bottoms out there. The universe will not stop what it's doing and magically bring a pair to your house.
You have to go to a store and buy them for yourself.
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"The universe is not a pajama-granting factory, apparently." --Augustus Waters in TFIOS (or something like that).
This would explain why there is still not a treadmill in my house.
I CAN HELP YOU WITH THIS.
There is literally nothing in this whole wide world that I would rather do than help you buy pajama bottoms. Not that you need my help, but on the other hand, MAYBE YOU DO.
Think about it.
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