On Thursday night, we had a few of our close friends over to ring in the New Year. One of my besties, C-Biscuit, brought an old, cherished friend along with her - her Onesie PJs.
You see, a number of years ago, she had a strong desire to own a pair of Onesie PJs. Her then boyfriend, now husband searched high and low for a pair to appease her desire. Eventually, he was able to find a pair - on Ebay - and purchased them for her.
Her dreams had come true.
One day, C-Biscuit and I decided it would be fun to see if we could both fit into the PJs at the same time.
It was disastrous. But fun.
So naturally, now that six years have passed, a few pounds have been gained, and much more wisdom has been acquired, we thought that it would be a great idea to attempt the feat once more.
Let me tell you, a pair of onesie PJs, two grown women, and a very slippery floor do not make a good combination.
We've got the bruises to prove it. Well, she does, mostly.