As I type this I'm laying on my couch in a wonderfully cozy robe. Yes, this is new for me. I never actually wore a robe, for that matter I never really saw anyone in real life wear a robe. But now here I am in a mysterious fabric that could only have been sewn out of the mane of a magical lion...perhaps the one that talks and lives in Narnia.
My step brother in law bought my wife and I these dangerously comfortable garments as a wedding gift and I'm terribly embarrassed to say they hung in our bathroom for quite some time before we were intoxicated by their marshmallowy, billowy loveliness. They lured us in and we found ourselves prancing around our apartment one night, tap dancing on magical clouds and playing the forbidden flutes of relaxation. Bow to the robe, embrace them...they are our friends.
Also as a side note...the "snuggie" is utterly, unabashedly pointless...for it's only a robe on backwards. Really though...think about it.
And before anyone questions my manhood behold these three men as a testament to the greatness of our modern day cloaks with sleeves.
THE DUDE
TONY SOPRANO
GHOSTFACE KILLAH (funny hat optional)
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