MY FAVORITE THINGS #2

Tarzan surprised me this year with an after-Christmas gift of a Kindle.

I love to read. So very much. More than almost anything.

And I mean ANYTHING.

Not one of my daughters has caught this obsession!

I think it started because growing up in a small town,

in the summer there wasn't tons to do.

We went to the library. A lot. We went swimming. A lot.

You alternate the two, and you get a lot of swimming and reading

done in the summertime. Perfect summertime activities.

Anyway, so yes, I still do love the library,

the book sections of Costco and Barnes & Noble,

but I love my Kindle a bit more.

With the push of a button, I can download FOR FREE

all of the classics I wish to read.

For one dollar to ten I can download others.

So Ruthie, my oldest sissie, suggested my first

"purchased" book be "Same Kind of Different As Me".

It's a true story, written by Ron Hall and Denver Moore.

I love love love this book. I'm so very glad it was the

first "big" purchase (I think five or six bucks) because

it was worth every penny. I'll read it again. And again.

So that's how I'm spending these cold winter nights.

8:30 and I'm in my onesie pajamas with my Kindle

in my own little bit of Heaven!

MY FAVORITE THINGS

Okay, Oprah has her favorite things. I have mine.

My son-in-law says I exaggerate. Maybe I do, a bit.

Like the time I took him to the rib place that I promised he would just die for.

Well, he only thought they were "okay".

He thinks it would be great to be me because to me everything is AMAZING.

I don't really believe that. It's just that when I find something I LOVE,

I want EVERYONE to know about it.

So now, what I want everyone to know about, are the PJs

I bought for my family for Christmas Eve.

Let me preface it by the negative so you don't think I think everything

about them are "amazing".

I was not too keen on their price.

or when I had to return a few of them for a different size and had to pay

an additional shipping price, a whopping $14.

That is a lot of moola at that time of year, heck at any time of year.

Then I zipped up my onezies. Yep, I said it. Polar fleece onezies on my

5'10 x and almost 5'10" frame. It just felt like one big love hug. I never

want to get out of these. I'm afraid they'll have to bury me in them.

I come home from work and zip them up and good golly it's the best feeling in the world.

I swore after I paid the high price for them and exhorbitant shipping charge

that I would never buy from the company again.

I digress. I will. Again and again. I will never be without these jammies.

I will have them for as long as I live.

So, if you want to have a big warm hug, ignore the exhorbitant

prices, take a deep breath, and order from jumpin' jammerz.com.

P.S. My husband calls them my chastity jammies. I don't know whether that's

a good thing or bad thing.

(P.S. #2: Today was a chilly winter day. I was leaving church and excited to go home and throw on my jammies because it was so cold today. I walked in the door and Tarzan was laying on the couch with MY JAMMIES on. I was confused, the dogs were even MORE confused. My jammies are pink with dog paw prints and smell of me, I'm sure. They didn't like seeing him in them, and neither did I! I bought him a pair with guitars on them at Christmas time. Well, apparently they challenged his manhood so he made me send them back. NOW, mine look awfully warm and cozy so he decided to try mine. Yeah, that's right, he WISHES he'd a been more sure of his testosterone. Needless to say, it was a struggle, but I did get my jammies back.)