I have an intense love for something. It is essential to my happiness. It makes me feel free. That something is long underwear.
It is my personal opinion that long underwear/leggings are the new sweatpants. I wore mine all day under my jeans. Everyone else had cold thighs, but I did not. And when I came back to my room after class, I was able to rip off my freezing, wet-and-salty-on-the-bottom pants and lounge merrily in my longjohns. When I wear them, I feel happy and prancing.
Long underwear also fills me with nostalgia, as the Lawrence-Russell clan is a hardcore skiing family and some of my favorite childhood memories involve horseplay in my Hot Chilies. One of our favorite pastimes was to pull our socks up over our longjohn bottoms and pretend to be in Lord of the Dance. Good times.
If you were observant, you'd know that I wore long underwear to Sparticus's candlelight vigil last week.
2 comments:
you also wore them on your journey to chi.
but i must tell you, when you are a girl they are called long janes. not johns.
What?! They are not!
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