Well, someone's in a Bossy McBossyson mood, aren't they?

We haven't had a kerfauxfle in ages. I think that was your opportunity to call me bossypants, btw.

We're in wet stinky fish face slap territory.

::selects sturgeon::

Wearing a bra 12 hours a day can suck.

Thank you. And so can jeans which cut into your waist the wrong way.

Barb has illustrated that I clearly need more evening gowns, though.

My grandma and my mom had matching snuggler-like things in the seventies, but they were a garish print, not fleece.

We did not have heat in the upstairs of our house, and kept the rest of the house at 63, so they were much needed, actually.

but they were a garish print, not fleece.

Trust me, fleece will be looked back on as the garish print of this era.

You all deserve to be swaddled in fleece and set loose on the early morning walking program at the mall.

There's a reason they're called Inside Pants, and that's because we wear them Inside, in the comfort of our own homes, where no one has the right to judge us. (Though the LDS probably would, if they had any money left over.)

Besides, looking like one has escaped from the Matrix is a perfectly awesome and valid sartorial choice, just not so comfy for the slounging.

posting from ex-boyfriend's ratty old Stussy shirt and sweatpants with the heels worn out (because I wear them over my heels)

I'm sorely tempted by them in the depths of winter, when I'm wearing a long sleeved tshirt, fleece, mismatched sweatpants and two pairs athletic socks with a down throw in navy blue tied around my middle.

Now doesn't the snuggle thing sound sexy???!

Well, someone's in a Bossy McBossyson mood, aren't they?

it's not like David starting posting yesterday. This is not unchartered waters.

Yeah, I've got 2 cats and size D chest and I'm allright in my work clothes and bra. Have even been known to sleep in bra. Not saying it'd work for everyone, just sayin' - the broad generalities - they sweep both ways. Shockingly, that hater Jesse is right with the whole "people are different thing".

I used to have a pair of the world's most comfortable Inside Pants -- blue and white plaid flannel, with my high school logo on the side. Eventually had to throw them out, though -- they were about a foot too long on me, so I usually just let the ends dangle over my feet, but eventually that ripped, and then the rips tore up the rest of the pants. Also, one of the pockets got caught on a doorknob and that ripped up the side.

MOOP!

I have a variety of yoga/jammie/inside pants. Nothing that I would think of as a snuggler.

But you will pry my inside pants out of my cold, dead hands. Which won't work because they are comfy so I could fight better.

I'll do whatever it takes to keep these inside pants.

where no one has the right to judge us.

Judging isn't a right. It's a blood sport like rugby and curling.

(Though the LDS probably would, if they had any money left over.)

Nice try at the spin, though that's perilously close to some Mormon as Fashion Nazi Godwin's Law breech.

Seriously, I'm wearing sweat pants as I type this. Don't get your fleecy panties in a bunch.