I was struck by a funny thought a few moments ago, one of those seemingly simple little thoughts that rapidly evolves into something that – at the time – seems very profound and important. It seems so innocent and two-dimensional at first, especially considering this thought was spawned by a set of black satin pajama pants. But it grew, it matured, and it left me with a question. Here’s my thought process, and what great thoughts can come to pass, all thanks to pajamas.

    You know what I love? Well I’ll tell you.

    – Clean pajama pants. Not just any pajama pants, but the incredibly soft black satin kind, where they slip on and they fit perfectly everywhere. They just feel right. These pajama pants are so perfect that even though they just came out of the washer, they give you that feeling that slept-in sheets provide when you wake up after a particularly lovely night’s sleep. You know, where everything is soft, everything is perfect. I love clean pajama pants.

    – I love clean pajama pants… at 1:00 in the afternoon. 🙂 I love that I’m wearing them and, because I’m fortunate enough to work from home, I don’t have to feel guilty about it. I can sit here at my computer, talk with important business colleagues, and yet no one needs to know that I’m in black pajama pants and a Happy Bunny tshirt.

    – I love that I just let the cat out of the bag. Oops, now they might be on to me and my pajama habits…

    – I love Stella. Not Marlon Brando’s Stella; there will be no frantic, desperate cries for attention and desire coming out of this tragic hero. Rather, I love that new show Stella on Comedy Central. Normally I really don’t like that channel or anything they pontificate on about in the name of “comedy”. But Stella, that’s good stuff. Brings back far too many funny memories of all the single Mormon guys I know and their odd little experiences with room mates.

    – I love engrossing late-night conversations where you’re too tired to keep up your guard, yet too awake to not be fully invested in an infectiously deep intellectual dialogue.

    – I love men. More specifically, I love my men. That’s really been brought home to me over the past week; I have to be one of the luckiest women in the world, because I have been fortunate enough to amass a grand collection of men. They’re my friends, my closest friends, and their quality surpasses that of any other men I have ever known. They share my secrets, they offer valuable insight into every aspect of life, and they build me up in ways I never would have expected. Generally speaking, men are like any astonishing thing on this planet – they can be either incredibly good, or incredibly bad. Like fire, men can wreak so much havoc, and yet if they try, they can also be so lifesaving and vital that they literally rebuild anything despite devastating destruction. My Men belong to this fantastically beautiful latter sort, constantly rebuilding out of ashes. You all know who you are: you range in age from 16 to 40, you live literally around the world, and you come from all walks of life. But you are My Men, and I love you for it. I always will. Each day I should feel as grateful for you as I do now.

    See what wonders pajama pants can bring about on a sleepy afternoon? Ranging from the simple to the absurd to the greatly affecting, pajama pants should always have so much influence on human gratitude and love.