The Scene: Two cool kids hanging home on a Saturday night, drinking wine and baking for a baby shower the following morning. Suddenly, they run out of eggs during a particularly delicious prep for baked french toast. They could have changed out of their fleece pajamas before heading out onto their very busy street during a hopping weekend night....some might even say they should have, considering how silly one particular pair of bright green Rudolph pants are...but...
...that sounds like a lot of less comfortable work. And B put his shoes on sans changing, first, thus leading the public pajama party trend. So really I was just (happily) trying to support my man's decision to not give a hoot about strutting down a bustling SF street looking like a kid on Christmas morning. Conclusion: Love...the really good kind...makes you care less about things that do not matter--Particularly what others may think of you. It's confident and it's cozy. It's definitely silly. And I think it just might be a little bit weird, too. I'm very thankful I never fully stopped trying...even when I didn't realize, or when I thought I might...for this weirdly (pun intended) important aspect of partnership, as it has truly made all the difference. Let your freak flags, fly, my friends. Then find someone who will salute them. In Public Pajama Party Gratitude, Trish
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