i knew this day was coming. every time i did laundry, i could feel the fabric becoming thinner and weaker. i could see the fading of the bright pink color into the pallor of old age. my jammie pants were dying, and there was nothing i could do to stop it.
yesterday, as i stayed in my jammies all day b/c of my snow day from work (muhahaha!) i felt something weird on my thigh. lo and behold - a tear had formed on my right butt cheek. so i thought, okay, this isn't good, but this isn't bad. i can still wear them a little more, as long as i'm careful.
but after an entire day of lying in my bed watching tv shows and movies, then moving to the couch to read magazine after magazine, by the time i went to bed, i noticed that something felt horribly wrong with my jammie pants.
and when i finally went to the mirror, i saw the grim reaper face to face.
i took off my jammie pants for the last time, let out a shout of grief of "NOOOO!! WHY GOD WHY??!!" and folded them up.
good bye jammie pants. i wore you for at least 3 years. you were good to me. you made me feel at home. your vibrant pink color with flowers always made me feel a little more cheerful than i had been before. goodbye... i'll miss you! =(
