Sunday, April 22, 2012

Pink pussy cats to keep me warm.

April 22nd The Last Thing I bought.

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We went shopping for warm, winter woolies last week, and I came across a pair of pink flannel pyjamas, or jammies as we call them. 

Now, most people know I LOVE the colour pink, so it won't be a surprise that I went searching through racks and racks of  night attire in order to find a pair that were a suitable hue. 

Imagine my delight when I came across these, not only are they pink but the cat is HOT PINK. 

My signature colour. 

So, of course, I had to buy them.

Then we got home and I proudly showed them to my men. 

That's when the trouble started.

Me: What do you think of my new jammies? Aren't they cute?

Hubby: Yes, hon. (He looked closer) They are cute, but um, why do they have red cats on them? I didn't think you liked red?

Me, holding them up and squinting at the images: They're not red, are they? No, of course not, they're pink. Hot pink. 

Manchild: Dad's right. They're red. 

Me: NO, they're PINK. I wouldn't buy pyjamas with red cats. 

By now, of course, they think it's hilarious. There was only one way to get them to agree the cats were pink. 

Blackmail.

Me: Listen, you two. I was thinking of creating a culinary masterpiece tonight of Reef and Beef. WAS. Now before either of you answer, remember it can easily become.....toast. Nothing more. Only a glass of water to wash it down. And when I say toast, I mean dry toast. The kind that sticks in your throat.

By now, I have their attention.

Me: Doesn't everyone LOVE my PINK pyjamas with HOT PINK cats on them?

Hubby: Gorgeous. Definitely your colour.
Manchild: As beautiful as you, mum. 

Me: I thought you'd see it my way. 

See, it isn't hard to get people to see things differently is it? It just takes a little bit of ingenuity, wisdom and appealing to their stomachs. 

And, yes, they had Reef and Beef for dinner. 




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