I've had these pj pants since high school. One of the two buttons had fallen off, the elastic in the waist was beginning to show and the ends of the legs were frayed from years of walking on the cuff. The perfect weight of buttery soft cotton these pants would make a girl feel comfy on even the worst of pms-ing fat days. Yesterday I was trying to sit on the couch mid conversation with Cliff, a bowl of cereal in hand and Ned was a velcro kitty right on my heels. As I tucked my right leg under and started to sit on the couch I heard the most horrific sound RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRiiiiiiiiiipppppppppp!
It was like a scene of a movie when someone's loved one dies. I immediately screamed Nooooooooo they're my favorite! I stood up and twisted right and left trying to inspect the damage. Upon arriving at the mirror I learned it was truly their time to go. Sniffle sniffle.