No sleep for Rinda again. Stupid storms. There was a tornado (or a scare–was too groggy to figure out which) just to the north–so once again, I stayed up most of the night. That *$%* LOUD alarm goes off around the fifth time and I was so tired, I jumped up to stand on the bed and look around. In a fighting stance.
Wonder if my battle-to-the-death-awakening had something to do with my night shirt.
You see, it has this guy.
And this guy…
They are drawn as naked cartoons holding a sign that covers most of their bodies. Says, “Farscape, different from the waist down.” They both have these huge, dumb-ass grins on their faces.
I LOVE THIS SHIRT! (Was a gift from Kathryn Moad. We both miss the show so much! 😉 )
My hubby isn’t as fond of it. heh
But last night, I paired it with the loudest pair of Washington Redskin flannel pajama bottoms. I was sleepy–didn’t care about matching.
It did occur to me once that maybe if we did get a tornado, I wouldn’t want that outfit to be the one I wander the neighborhood in…