So I woke up this morning, and bought myself a gun. No, actually I woke up this morning and pulled on my brand new Christmas pajamas. That sounds odd but the truth is I didn’t actually need the pajamas while I was under the covers but they were definitely necessary when my toasty self was exposed to the cold morning air.
So I was somewhat dismayed to discover that my new pajamas were short. About 6 inches short, I reckon. This was just bizarre. For one thing, I am short, so this is not something that I run into often. Invariably pants are too long , but never too short. Secondly, other than the length they fit just fine, so they presumably were the right size and not too small. I tried to rationalize that the were a fashionable capri style, but the reality was they looked like highwater floods to me. Who the hell wants capri pajamas anyway? If it’s warm enough for capris, then you don’t need pajamas.
This unfortunate and unexpected turn of events left my ankles cold, exposed and me considering scrambling for socks. But I have a full agenda today and searching for morning socks was not on by agenda. I wanted to get some writing in before the actual day began. I here I am, cold lower extremities, writing about the absurbities on short pants on a cold morn.
And so the day begins.
