I’ve figured out a way to save money on my heating bill:
Footie pajamas, of course.
It’s been my dream to own them since I was a wee freshman in college. But I could never find a pattern I liked.
Last night, my mom nailed it.
She showed up at my apartment with Penn State themed footies. Considering what’s happened this week — Joe Paterno’s death and all — they seemed more than appropriate.
(Side note: My mom, who also graduated from Penn State’s College of Communications, went crazy on Blue and White pride this Christmas. I got a themed gnome AND a snuggie. It was out of control, in the best way possible.)
After we got back from a hearty dinner at Round the Clock Diner, my mom refused to leave my apartment before I modeled those puppies for her.
She’s kind of the best, as I’ve previously written here.
Footies are totally economical. Except for one small detail.
The ones my mom bought me don’t feature a trap door, so I have to fully undress when it’s time to answer nature’s call.
I usually take my hour-and-a-half lunch break at home, slip into some sweatpants and hang out. Now, I can’t wait for noon, so I can go home and slip into these badboys.
Overall, I figure I’ll spend a lot less this month on natural gas, considering this ultra sexy onesie will trap my own body heat better than any jammie I’ve ever owned.
Footies: an investment you can count on.
Do you own them? If so, wanna start a club?