Mother’s Day is Sunday and I purchased mom a pair of the Pajama Jeans. Hell yes, I laughed my ass off when I initially saw the commercial. But then again, mom’s always complaining about how uncomfortable her jeans are and how I need to go shopping with her to help purchase a new pair. Since I loathe the mall and only travel there around Christmas time to pick up last minute gifts, I have avoided the excursion. So, when pajama jeans ended up in my email box with the only decision of choosing either S, M, L, or XL, I figured sure, why not.

Happily, the pajama jeans arrived today just in time for the big day and of course I had to try these bitches on. And, hellsss yes, they are some comfiness. Could I actually be tempted to purchase a pair? Yes, but I think I’ll wait until I hit 60ish, and then they will become my wardrobe staple. There will be no matchy matchy purple and pink sweatsuits for me. By then, I bet they will have multi-styles. Wa-hooo…  something to look forward too. But, seriously, could they have named them something a little less tacky like super comfy soft jeans or yoga jeans so I wouldn’t feel like such an @ss just saying the name? ‘Cause then, maybe I would buy a pair for myself now.