For Christmas, my MIL made everyone a pair of "Comfy" pants. Bless her heart she made most of them the night before Christmas. and of course after she was done making a pair she would hand them to my 3 year old nephew and tell him that these were for so and so and he would take them to my SIL's who would then wrap them for so and so. of course he got the names all wrong. we had a great laugh Christmas morning when my BIL opened up some really girly "comfy" pants that were meant for another SIL.
Anyway, the point of this blog is... that When Ira and I got home and put our pants on... we just laughed at each other. Mine... were WAY to big, too long and too wide... Ira's were WAY to big, too long, and too wide.
I love her for her efforts! Ira says to be this morning. I think it's time my mom got a new PJ's pattern. Luckily she has a great sense of humor and she just laughed right along with us.