Matching Jammie Night
Light blue, faux vintage Chevy tees and navy jammie pants. Keith and I had our first Matching Jammie Night of 2020. Since all the matchers are short-sleeved, the winter is too cold for such frolic, except at Christmas time, of course.
Keith groans. He does not appreciate the fun of this, but he humors me once a month in the other three seasons because it so delights me. His groaning makes it all the more fun.
I was trying to take a selfie for our daughters of us laying in bed to remind them to match their jammies. Keith mugged up every attempt so I sent them this one.
Note: Maggie and Mollie do matching jammies with their families too. It is, perhaps, a hereditary need that we share with soldiers, nuns, and bikers. If you ask me, that’s pretty great company.