Over this last weekend, a series of consensual drunken agreements were made, between Hubs and myself.   It all started with a pair of “footy” pajamas that he had bought me, previously.  I’m not sure of the hows or the whys… but, for whatever reason Hubs agreed to put on the footy pajamas.

After a bit of a struggle, we were able to get his arms through the arm holes and his dangling parts, tucked in.  As soon as the zipper went up, I knew that this moment MUST be recorded.  As he strutted down the hallway, in the footy pajamas… I barreled past him, exclaiming that a picture must be taken! Luckily, for me, the alcohol was significantly clouding his judgement and he readily agreed.

I vaguely remember asking permission to post the picture onto Facebook… and I’m pretty sure he said yes.  Maybe.  We chuckled at our silliness as the picture went online.

Silly, silly kids…

The next day, as the light of morning filtered in between our eyelids… one thing came to mind.

The picture

Within the span of a few hours, roughly two-thirds of the population of Southern California had seen/liked and commented on Hub’s oh-so flattering picture.  We both soberly groaned…and then laughed…and then groaned.  As I was in the bathroom, I realized that I had also “accidentally” placed The Footy Situation onto Instagram.

Whoops

Everywhere we go, the picture is commented on, now…  Thankfully Hubs is being uncharacteristically cool about it…. and what can I say?  The people love them some Hubs in footy pajamas…

Probably should give the people what they want…

Nobody puts the footy pajamas in the corner!

They knew of you, now they know you…

Get the funk off my shoulder lil’ Cracker!

 

All dressed up…

I guarantee this will not be the last you see of the footy pajamas!

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