So it was with the kind of enthusiasm reserved for x-mass morning that I tore into a falt rate box my Sister-in-Law sent out. Sitting there right on top were three pairs of sweats! I brought pants with me, but to wear them you have to put a belt on and nobody wants to lay in bed in jeans. Such is the tyranny of wearing civvies everywhere I go. People just don't understand the struggle. It's real. The sweats got here just in time, the summer abruptly ended (I blame the pool closure) and now it's downright chilly out. I was super excited to get my hands on the sweats she was awesome enough to send me....until I got a closer look at them.

So from left to right:
- NAVY sweat pants?!!?!? Ridicules. Just crazy ridicules. I no longer feel sorry for getting you that boogie bass for Christmas now.
- Rubber duckies! So basically another pair of Navy sweat pants.
- Olaf! Olaf stating his love of warm hugs! If we get 'Let it Go' stuck in the locals heads they might never let us back again
Big huge thanks to my SIL for the care package and the sweats! I will wear all of them proudly and without a hint of irony (well ok, maybe a little irony with the silly Navy ones) She is the best, and her sense of humor is....fun if you're on the outside looking in ;)
But it wasn't just silly sweats in there. Among a whole bunch of goodies and games there was also a hand made card from my niece's art studio :)
I hung it up right in the middle of the other cards we got!


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