I ask you: Could anything be better than doing the Sunday crossword puzzle while wearing crossword pajamas?
I’ve now gotten three catalogs from this place, and I’m at a loss to figure out why. Yes, I’ve ordered stuff from baby catalogs recently, but having an infant hasn’t led me to swearing off actual clothes. I’m tempted to call and ask to have my name removed from their list, but I fear that it will be the snail-mail equivalent of the spam-reply trap: once they know an address is valid, the volume increases.
So for now, I marvel, then recycle. And try to figure out exactly who’s buying this stuff.
If you see me writing ugly pajamas into a future script, it’ll be our little inside joke.