Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Overheard at Old Navy

"Well, the doctor said she could take care of his tick bite, but not his heart."
--One elderly woman to another, while waiting in line.

I was in front of them, purchasing my Old Navy Performance Fleece Pajama Bottoms for $10. While I'd never thought I needed "performance" out of my sleepwear, it's nice to know that it has been included in the price.

It's sad, the sliding scale of my personal life/pajamas. The past year has seen me slowly deteriorate from "Oh yeaaaahh"/Agent Provocateur to "Oh...maybe"/Victoria's Secret to "Oh, to hell with it"/Old Navy.

Thank you, Fleece Lounge Pants with Tiny Gnomes Carrying Tinier Christmas Trees, for helping me usher in this new era of sorrow.

Sigh.

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