Well, I always promised to be honest with you, and for this date, the photo challenge asks for a photo of my PJs. Pajamas. I think I wore them as a kid and I'm certain that the ones I wore back then had pictures of luminaries such as Hopalong Cassidy, Roy Rogers and Sandra Dee.
But it seems to me that any time I see surveillance photos of men running down the street with their pants in their hands, they are not wearing pajamas at all, but some combination of "underwears" (as Filly Giove >>>from Jerseylicious would say.)
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I always figure one of these designs
must be the family tartan! |
Circumstances like that never arise for me. I do keep my jeans hanging up in the dressing room in case that 2:47 AM phone call comes in and I need to scoot. Otherwise, once I retire for the evening, you may count on me to be clad in a T- shirt and boxer shorts. Plaid. No pajamas, no velvet smoking jacket or silk robe.
I said I'd be honest. I never said I'd be elegant!
But it seems to me that any time I see surveillance photos of men running down the street with their pants in their hands, they are not wearing pajamas at all, but some combination of "underwears" (as Filly Giove >>>from Jerseylicious would say.) 
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