I heard a Pajamagram ad on the radio. It was, specifically, an ad for their new hoodie footie pajamas. Which sounded bad enough. However, nothing (and I do mean nothing) could have prepared me for the stark reality.
I don’t mean to be unreasonable, but if my husband gets me this for Christmas, I think I might have to divorce him. Or have him committed. Either way.
Oh my gosh. While I was just typing that, I noticed that you can have these atrocities personalized. You know, in case some Grinch wants to steal your hoodie footie pink marshmallow pajamas, the personalization would make it easier to thwart him or her.
Nothing says, “I want your hot bod, baby,” like turning your wife into a giant life sized pink marshmallow slash deranged Easter bunny for Christmas!
In case you were operating under the delusion that it can’t get worse than turning your own wife into a giant pink marshmallow, don’t you should totally despair. You can get them for the WHOOOOOOLE FAAAAAMILYYYY!!!
Someone really needs to call PETA or ASPCA or the local police department or someone on behalf of that poor dog.
And on the commercial, that I was forced to sit through the other night, they tell you that you can have hot and sweet. Sweet is the footies and hot is this lingerie number. Unbelievable.
I heard that part. But I thought hot was the footie pajamas. Bwahahahahaha!
The dog looks like he needs therapy
The whole family looks like they need therapy.