Do you have a happy place to be?
A place that is comfortable and warm?
A place that just unwinds all of the wound-upness of the day?
I do.
My place is at home in my flannel pants and the ugliest sweatshirt you have ever seen.
Some afternoons my work clothes come off as soon as I walk in the door.
Other times I wait to change into my jammies until after Dave gets home.
And that is just so he knows that I wear something other than the workout clothes he saw me in before he left for work in the morning.
Tonight's happy place to be is even happier because I have my jammies
And chocolate chip cookies
AND chocolate milk.
In my flannel jammies is my happy place to be.
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