So yesterday, Georgia and I went to Marshall's to look around, and while we were in Lingerie looking for her some sports bras, I found a selection of an all-time favorite of mine, big-ass flannel nightgowns. It took a while to choose between the classic blue with white floral print, a pink one with little apron-clad ladies on it that read "Do I look like your maid?" and the one I finally landed on, pictured above.
I hung the gown over my arm and went around the rack to find George:
George: What are you doing with that?
TR: I'm going to get it. Doesn't it look warm and comfy?
George: Put it back.
George: You need to put it back. Trust me. Why don't you get the Hello Kitty pajamas instead--if you just have to get flannel.
TR: I thought about it, but I really love this.
George: Mom...Never mind.
George: Never mind.
TR: You might as well tell me what you were about to say. I'm not gonna let it go.
George: You won't be doing yourself any favors if you wear that to bed with Greg.
TR: I don't have to wear it every night.
George: The image will stick.
She continued her argument all the way to check-out, wherupon the cashier caught bits and pieces as she rung up the gown and proceeded to fold it.
TR (to cashier): My daughter thinks this gown is going to ruin my love life.
Cashier: I've got noooo comment.
TR: Y'all are wrong.
So last night, while Biggy was putting Oceans 13 in the dvd player, I went and put my new purchase on and came back out.
Biggy: What is THAT?!
TR: You don't like it?
Biggy: Take it off.
TR: Oh, come on.
Biggy: I mean it, Tania. Take it off. Don't start dressing like a sixty-year-old woman.
TR: I wore these when I was a kid.
Biggy: Don't dress like a six-year-old either.
TR: I'm wearing it. It's warm. If you hate it so much, maybe you'll get the heater fixed.
Biggy: That thing is going to disappear tomorrow.
TR: Well, I'm wearing it tonight.
This morning, Biggy thought he might rub my back or something. He wanted to touch skin but couldn't find a way.
Biggy: I can't even get into this thing.
TR: It's a flannel vault.
And a little later, I was sitting on the top of the stairs, petting Stella and Fay, when Biggy walked by:
TR: I wish this gown had Chihuahuas on it instead of Scotties.
Biggy: It's not going to matter.