I'm going camping this spring, up in the mountains. It'll probably be colder up there than down here; so I'm ordering some new flannel footed pajamas. My brother and I always camp at this specific site. It's been fun to see how the trees have grown up around our campsite. I hope my feet are warm enough, with the flannel pajamas. Maybe instead I should order the fleece ones. But I'll order the bright orange or red ones; no need for the camo in the woods. Hope Joe doesn't laugh too much at me. But the hell with him, my feet will be warm.
I ordered some for the house too. I'm tired of my wife stealing the blankets and shivering while I let the dog out. Stupid dog anyway. And who leaves the newspaper way out there? My slippers don't do enough good on my feet; I'm wearing both the footed pajamas and the slippers.