Our dog loves clothes that she finds lying around. She’s a burrower and likes do dig into a pile of fresh clothing to get underneath. She has her own blanket and her own burrow bed but the allure of fabric that doesn’t already smell like a dog is irresistible.
My kid has much cooler underwear than me. All of mine is pretty boring. He even has some with glow in the dark rocket ships. Who wouldn’t want to show that off to your boss at work?
When I was a kid there was rarely anything more amazing than coming home from a hards days work sledding to the news that your pajamas were just finishing up in the clothes dryer. Going from the chilly outside air directly into warm pajamas was magical. I’m actually surprised that it’s not common to have an individual pajama heater in most bedrooms. Place your pajamas in the little box on top of your dresser and hit the warm button. 5 minutes later “ding” toasty jams.
Today’s Biff has his own theme song.
A few years ago I cleaned out my closet and bagged up a bunch of clothes to donate. Then I got sidetracked and the donation clothes remained in the bottom of my closet. I recently cleaned out the closet again and looked through those bags. I was amazed at how I couldn’t remember most of them. “Really? This was a shirt I wore at one point?” Some of them really needed “Best to not be worn after” dates on them.
