It lives.
(yes, there was a picture of me wearing it walking down the stairs but I try to exercise good judgment when it comes to posting incriminating pictures of myself online...and this was one of those times when the swift call of judgment was passed.) (in other words, I look absolutely ridiculous in the thing.) (and you never know when stuff like that will come back to haunt you.)
This Christmas Story relic came to me in a springy round container complete with bath confetti and delivered on Valentine's Day by my Squishy.
My proud, beaming Squishy.
He was so legitimately excited that I will now be wearing a bunny suit of sorts around the house and to bed.
Most men resort to typical gifts like teddy bears and chocolates and flowers on Valentine's Day. Squishy knows I prefer the gifts that require a bit more thought...
...like pajamas (read a bunny suit). Pajamas that have removable feet...
...and pockets...
...and a hood...
...and fuzzy pink fur...that keeps you warm from head to toe...
As humorous as they are (and as incredibly ridiculous as I look in them (and in his defense, they only came in pink)), they are super warm and comfy. And I will love them for those two months out of the year when it does get a little chilly at night in San Antonio and I'm being stubbornly cheap and don't want to turn on my heater.
Squishy you da best.
Have a great day :)
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