they simply are pajama bottoms.
they are the pants that i lounge around the house in…and often sleep in at night.
the pants i regularly refer to were purchased specifically for my trip out west to visit my bff in 2009
they are just basic gray fuzzy pants with draw strings.
simple and baggy and comfortable…especially on a fat day.
back in 2009 i didn’t even need to tie them around my waist…they were just a perfect fit.
fast forward to Friday night…or i guess i should say early Saturday morning.
i awoke in the middle of the night…as i do every single night.
4am found me awake and stirring in bed.
i decided to get out of bed to grab a drink…since falling asleep right away was out of the question.
Now here’s a visual….if you become easily aroused please stop reading.
i crawled outta bed….with the most perfect bed head.
one eye open…and one eye completely shut…as this is my come hither look at 4 am.
anyways…i started to walk down the hallway…and after a few steps
my fat pants were around my ankles.
i bent over and grabbed the waist of my pants and pulled them up
as i did not want to walk by my huge window bare assed for the world to see…
i grabbed a drink and headed back to bed…pants once again falling to my ankles
i stepped outta them and in to bed.
i made a mental note that my number one priority come Saturday was to purchase new “fat pants”
and then fell asleep.
and so, i have come here to announce that my fat pants have been retired
they will be put into a good will bag for someone else to enjoy
i sit here and type this in my brand spanking new smaller fat pants
candy striped pants, with a red spider man t-shirt
happier than a pig in shit
life is good.
a vision of beauty my friends…a vision of beauty..