Things, to Your Great Astonishment, You Discovered You Liked

Call me.

 

I mostly wear a T-shirt. But I can't figure out why anyone wears pajamas to bed. Why would you want pants and long-sleeved shirts restricting your movements and comfort? You can throw another blanket on if you're cold.

 

So why even wear a t-shirt? Clothed sleepers don't know what they're missing.

This one's difficult for me. There are exactly two foods in this world I don't like: Maple syrup and capers. Everything else I like.

Racking my brain here..........

Got it. After refusing to do it for decades, I recently discovered there are moments when I actually enjoy idle chit chat with other women.

 

Spinach and peppers
Pecans

 

But now they're imagining

 

You discovered you liked being fastidious and finicky?

 

Sometimes, my top arm will go over the blanket. If I'm not wearing a shirt, my shoulder and back will get cold and I'll wake up. I don't wear those XXXXXL shirts that go down to my knees. I wear an undershirt, just to keep my shoulder and back warm should they emerge from the blankets.

 

No shit.

And the way you worded that post makes it sound like we're in a secret club. Like a swingers' club, only for people who sleep nude. Admittedly, probably not as exciting as a swingers' club, but still more exciting than those inhibited clothed sleepers will ever know.

In life, I may have to deal with things that keep me in chains. But under the covers ... I am free!

 

I wonder if there's a correlation between ass suppleness and nude sleeping. Nothing tugging at your behind can't hurt.

 

The correlation is that I have a museum of supplety under my sheets.

 

Not too wise to sleep nude in here in earthquake country.