They have all these crazy flavors you wouldn’t believe, like blue doodleberry and rockapunch
The night before last was the first night since April that it was cold enough for pajamas. Then a major cold front blew through yesterday and last night was already cold enough for…footie pajamas!
There are few things more comforting in cold weather, I think, than being bundled up from head to toe in soft flannel, feeling rather like a walking winter blanket. Yummy yummy. The only downside I’ve discovered so far is that footie pajamas make it a lot less fun to get an itch on your foot. To scratch it properly you have to take off the whole thing, and then you’re just cold.
Oh, and I also learned that footie pajamas are not acceptable dress in Muefferslegen. What? You’ve never been to Muefferslegen? That’s understandable, I guess, as it’s quite exclusive. Muefferslegen is a teeny-tiny country in central Europe, fully half of which is covered by an enormous mall/hotel/resort. It’s sometimes confused with Monaco. The northern region of the country is dark and snowy, with many caves and few streetlights, while the southern region is a tropical paradise, resplendent with palm trees and crystal-clear waterfalls.
The mall/hotel/resort runs east-west across the width of the country, separating the two regions. The accomodations there are dreadfully expensive, so the place is teeming with foreign celebrities and the occasional royal. I vaguely remember attending boarding school in this same building, but I was much younger and the building was much older and more run-down (dream-time runs in strange directions). And did I mention the bats? Clouds and clouds* of them, especially in the snowy northern parts.
Fortunately for me, Muefferslegen is just a short walk south from my parents’ house here in Houston. When I snuck across the border last night, however, I happened to be wearing my footie pajamas, and this was frowned upon, as I mentioned earlier. Someone with a funny accent had me deported only an hour after I got there, before I’d even made it to the jello bar. Le sigh.
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* One of the less interesting collective animal names. (And if you were thinking of leaving a comment to the effect that it should be a *colony* of bats, don’t bother. Bats *live* in colonies but *fly* in clouds, and I only saw these bats flying.)
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