I was going to send an email to Jo to see what she's wearing to the MOB get-together Saturday night.
But she's already decided. And she's asking if anyone else is brave enough to wear their pajamas.
Well, I agreed to wear my pjs, but I'm not sure it's bravery. I just know that with a matching set of jammies, I don't have to worry about what shirt goes with what pants, and whether or not the socks match or the shoes clash.
On the other hand, Jo, I was thinking about this mafioso theme that Fraters has been encouraging. Noodles elaborates after becoming a "made" man. Maybe we should doll it up - ala Jersey Girl - big hair - lots of make-up - Lee Press-on nails - waiting for our man to pick us up in his IROC-Z.
After all...Friday nights are for wives...Saturday nights are for girlfriends.
Okay. I'm wearing the pajamas. If you don't wear yours, and I'm the only one looking like a fool...I'm going to fit you with a pair of cement sling-backs and drop you through the hole in my fish house.
Posted by Cathy at January 20, 2005 09:59 PMI do not own pajamas, nor a fish house. An IROC-Z? That I can do, but not in bad weather. It'll be the T-Reg for sledding back to the 3-2-0.
Posted by: kb at January 20, 2005 11:10 PMYes! Someone else that is willing to be mocked and shunned with me!
Cathy, I was at Keegans last night and Westover promises to wear a yellow slicker and a fishing cap. We can hang with him so we can "blend".
King says he does not own pj's. Yeah right. I's sure he has Ukrainian lemming fur jammies. He lies he does.
Somehow I don't think my red hair and freckles plays all that well in mafia, but that's the way it goes!
Posted by: noodlesq at January 21, 2005 10:57 AM