Jim-Jam Girl
I was watching As Time Goes By over lunch today when I heard the perfect new term for my vocabulary. The character of Alastair breezed into a room, looked at someone wearing pajamas and said, "Jim-jams? At this hour?"
Stop TiVo! Jim-Jams? I'm in LOVE. Immediately, I do a search and replace in my brain, replacing all incidents of pajamas with jim-jams. It's vocabulary nirvana!
I probably love the word because I'm in love with pajamas. Well, pajamas and slippers. And robes. Pretty much, I'm a fan of anything that I can lounge around in during the day while I work. It makes for a lot of embarrassing moments with UPS and neighbors, but I still love my PJs. Now that they are my jim-jams, they are even cooler.
Last night I was thinking that because I have to wear a bra 24 hours a day while I recover from surgery, I'm starting to resemble Patricia Arquette in my jim-jams. Ever notice how, on Medium, her breasts stay perky and upright when she lays down in bed? Yeah, like that's natural! Near as I can tell, the studio has special bras made that leave no tell-tell lines, just so the television viewing audience is not offending by what a real woman looks like in a reclining position.
Speaking of breasts, as I do so often, my left breast has started sloshing suspiciously. If I move quickly, it sounds like maybe the surgeon left a flask of gin inside there. It's the strangest thing. Do you think I should I call and ask if she's missing something? Hmmm.
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