My mother loves pajamas. She has so many pairs of new pajamas with the tags still on them that it prompted me once to tell her I thought that was a sin. Yes, I, the liberal black sheep of the family used the sin word to my mama. About like it does most people, it did not phase her; apparently, we can justify our own sins much easier while condemning others, but, hey, that is a whole other story and out of line with the post. I took her to Walmart and of course, as Walmart does, they hung all the enticing stuff on the end of the row so you had to go past it to get to the milk and eggs. She stopped her cart. "Oh, look at those pajamas. Aren't they pretty?" Yes, they are. She looked wistfully at me. "But I don't need them, do I?" We have been working with Mom about not being so wasteful with the money for things that are not at all needed. No, ma'am, you really don't. You have pajamas in the drawer that you have never worn, with the price tags still on them. "I know." We went on to collect our groceries and pay out.
Yesterday when I finished the chores in the house, I had to go to Walmart to pick up wrapping paper and ribbons so I could wrap my sister's birthday present and leave it for her. I bought a pretty colored bag and tissue paper in addition, and the pajamas Mom had admired. Then, I picked up a corresponding pair in the same design for myself. I gave them to her, put on mine, and said, "Let's do a selfie in our new pajamas!" I had to try several to get us both in the picture. At one point, she said, "Just get Diane to take it." MOM! Then it's not a selfie!