MY OLD GRAY SWEATS….

They ain’t where they’re ‘spose to be.

It was a perfect day to stay inside, to cuddle with the cat, or perhaps even The Mister who lacks the cat’s warm fur coat, but still.  It was the kind of day to put a fire in the fireplace and do absolutely nothing.  The calendar was deliciously empty and there were Bloody-Mary fixin’s in the fridge.

It was also the perfect day to wear my old, slightly tattered, but always warm and comfy gray sweat-pants. 

I went to their accustomed spot.  They weren’t there.  I looked and I looked some more and turned things over and over and upside down in search of them.  No luck.

I wondered if they’d found their way to the laundry basket.  Or been stashed in a strange drawer.  Nope.  Still AWOL.

Who would take them?  Or more to the point, who would even want to take them?  So, where, oh, where, could they be?   

I eventually found them, of course. 

And smart people that you are, I’m betting you knew exactly where they were all along. 

A Christmas Post Script: A friend recommended that we watch The Best Christmas Pageant Ever. It’s silly, funny, thoughtful and positive. It’s a new film so it sets you back about $20.00 to rent it. We said: “Let’s just go for it” and we’re glad we did.