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.