I had no idear hoodie ownage was so controversial. I think I have 10 of 'em. Excellent for dog-walking and wearing around the house.
Natter 56: ...we need the writers.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
It has Jack Skellington on it, does that make it better? And it's one of the types that doesn't have a zip-front, you just pull it over your head like a t-shirt.
Sigh, I don't even have to see this to know I want one. The thought of it being altered to include lace trim makes me so very happy.
Dudes, I'm probably going to see a BABY BORN this weekend!!! IRL! Apparently, the reality of this is incrementally creeping into my head. Holy shit! It's just so freaking awesome.It is really, really amazing. I was there when the Nephlet was born.
hey look - I could get a wordpress hoodie.
( that's where my blog is) At least they seem to know you might want a bigger one. Jack Skellington would be cooler
Never heard of the under-the-pillow thing. My sleeping clothes hang on the back of the bathroom door.
Bob's parents are European and he does like I do. (And I've had roommates who, AFAIK, did like I do!) His parents are weirdos who never sleep, so take that into account.
Never heard of the under-the-pillow thing.Nor I. I half hope there is a Pajama Fairy that takes them and leaves you a shiny nickel. Um, expect where that would get costly. But, still, Pajama Fairy!
I can't figure out when to go to bed. I'm half inclined to go right now, even given the 9+ hours I slept last night. If I stay up til 10, I'll be tempted to stay up til 11 to watch Project Runway. I really have to go to work tomorrow. Wah.
I too am fond of my hoodies.
Of course, I'm fond of all of my not-work wardrobe, which primarily consists of anything that doesn't fit into the We're A Very Serious and Dignified Hospital, Dammit dress code. Happiness for me is coming home and slipping out of the biz cazh and into Things I Can't Wear to Work. Jeans. Hoodies. Stuff like that.
If I had more money, I'd get a separate dressy-but-not-work set of clothes to wear to writers conferences, church Sundays when the choir sings (weeks we don't sing, I wear jeans), and dates to non-denim sorts of places. Because for now I'm wearing the biz cazh and thinking, "Why am I wearing Work Clothes to the Fun?"
Um, expect where that would get costly.
Yeah, but some weirdos wash them each time.
God, I'm glad today is over. I have been sitting at this desk (and working!) since about 6:45 in the morning.
Head hurts. Tired. Want sleep now.