Pajama Party

Ring. Ring.

My brother’s on the phone.

We’re coordinating holiday plans.

His wife is in the background, cheering: “This weekend I say we wear pj’s 24/7!”

“Good call!” I holler.

My pink pj’s with blue hearts, my grey sweats, my blue yoga pants, my red flannels with white checkers – they’re all clean and ready to go.

Ring Ring.

I’m calling my brother.

“So are we set for the trip?” I ask.

His wife is in the background. I can practically hear her bouncing up and down: “Let’s wear pj’s in the car!”

Oh yeah, baby. The next four and a half days are going to be a FULL OUT pajama party.

Happy Thanksgiving.

May yours be warm and fuzzy!