At dinner with friends last night—a dinner I skipped a party to go to—all I could think about was getting home and putting my jammies on. My friend was talking and if asked I wouldn’t have been able to repeat a single thing he said, because I was too busy trying to decide which jammies I’d put on when I got home.
Internally I’m going over my options: pink stripped pug pj’s, pink flannel pj bottoms, my princess sweats… the list goes on and on. From an innocent bystanders view I probably looked intently interested in every word spoken. I wasn’t. I suck.
It’s safe to say hibernation weather is just around the corner.