I’m too tired to really, really write.
So instead, I’m going to take the cheap way out and post another ridiculous eye-barred photo of myself, which should entertain you until next week when I’m a tad less sleep-deprived. (Those who emailed asking for more photos, here’s looking at you.)
First, the Story Behind the Picture:
It was 2am on December 24th. I was at home for Christmas and getting ready for bed. Teeth were brushed, contact lenses were removed, and overnight bag was unpacked. At which point I realized that although I had brought extra underwear, a jar of peanut butter, and a bathing suit (just in case!), I had forgotten my pajamas.
And in upstate
I ran back downstairs.
“Do you have any extra pajamas or sweatpants?”
“Not really, honey. Why?”
“I forgot to pack mine. They don’t have to be fashionable, I just need something pajama-esque.”
“Oh,” said my mom. “In that case, I do have a one-piece union suit with a snap-front that I bought when your father and I lived in
“Sure, let me try it on,” I said, having failed to consider that my parents had last lived in
And that’s how I ended up scrambling around the house in a pair of red-and-blue-horizontally-striped-adult-sized-footed-pajamas, looking like the Christmas Mental Ward Mascot Escapee and with my father behind me shouting, “HOLY SHIT! GET THE CAMERA!”
It’s been a hit on Myspace, though.