fleece booty jammies

he's mister green Christmas. he's mister sun. he's mister heat blister. he's mister hundred-and-one:

last year around this time

all she wore to bed was fleece booty jammies.

not this year.

she won't have anything to do with them.

i even cut out the elastic in the ankles.

still a no go.

she may just freeze this winter...

or my gas & electric bills are going to be outrageously expensive.

they call me Heat Miser. whatever i touch starts to melt in my clutch. i'm too much.