It's been such a comfortable sort of day thus far. My eyes are still troubling me and the headache's a killer -- but my clothes have been good to me. I appropriated this pair of claret-coloured pajamas form V's wardrobe this morning, and they are so much more forgiving of the bulge than my horrible jeans. I am on the point of swearing off jeans for a lifetime.
These pjs, on the other hand, are comfy, cool and have a drawstring waist, so they are as comfortable as I can get while actually wearing something, I'd say. So V, guess what's not coming back to you?
For those (mostly male?) readers who are on the point of objecting, I'd like to point out that it was I who made him buy the pajamas, so they're sort of morally mine anyway. Besides, I'm the government. V's the boy in the back-room. I can nationalise whatever's best in the interests of governing our little kingdom. In this case, my bodily comfort, a direct link to my peace of mind, which is the direct cause of peace and harmony in our world.
Check out this pic -- one of my favourites.
On a different note, commiserate with li'l ol' Sue. Red ants invaded the bed this morning and I was bitten all over. Not a pleasant way to wake up at all. I felt perfectly justified in poking the husband awake and making him put soothing stuff all over my back. Why should he sleep while I get bitten?