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Suzanne’s Online PJ Party

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A-PJ-3-thailaEvery day of the year except one I was on a mission to compete against my older brother. If I couldn't better him--on bikes, baseball, climbing trees, or anything else--then I would just drive him crazy. He had his own way to drive me crazy, of course. He once shut me in the attic and along with the neighbor boy sang Elvis Presley songs that I hated. He also filmed home movies that he wrote. All the neighbor kids had a part, but I was always the 'victim'. I didn't have time to annoy my younger brother with all the time I spent watching and comparing my life and house chores to my other brother, so he was safe.

The one day we did get along was Christmas. I was the only girl so my gifts were my own, and my brothers' gifts were theirs until the day after Christmas when they became fair game. But on Christmas morning we three were bonded together in giggles, laughter, ridiculous behavior, and pretending we were trying to be quiet and not wake our parents. Once they were up we could go after the gifts with great enthusiasm that left wrapping paper covering the floor and bows on my hair and Scotch tape stuck on our pajamas. It didn't take long to open the gifts, but the day was set aside for family time, and no other day could compare. I even let my brother enjoy the day. Thaila
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Dear Suzanne,

I have never been to a pajama party with other people, but have learned to appreciate my own party. A few months ago I noticed that when I went over to my neighbours to talk to her she had on lounging pajamas. We got to talking and she said if she wasn’t going out she just got up and put on her pj’s and stayed in them. It sounded like such a great idea so I decided to try it out. Now when I come home after work or when I have a day off and am not planning to go anywhere I change into my pj’s. What a great idea. Love your book club and I read along with you in the above pajamas.

Anne

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Love the memory of those flannel nightgowns I needed when we used to live in Canada, but down here in South Florida, I tend to wear t-shirts to bed.

When our three children were still living at home they got to open one present on Christmas Eve and it was always a new pair of pajamas. Thank you for the opportunity to enter. Cherie

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A-PJ-4-cynthiaThis photo was taken yesterday in my recent and dear Christmas gift from my stepdaughter, Janie. She and her boyfriend are living with us until their house sells in Atlanta and both have a job. It's a tough market to accomplish either. Janie and I both gave each other the same kind of pajamas for Christmas, just different patterns though the ones we bought fit the other so we switched. Mine have little drink glasses on them and she has polar bears. Both oh so soft and perfect for our chilly winter evenings. The kitty posing with me is Kringle, my baby cat of ten years, a very shy guy but crazy about his parents. He loves to sit in my lap as I finish breakfast and read the dearreader column of the day; he is oh so warm too.

I realized as I considered pajama stories that I have quite a few: the pj parties in the '60s with my girlfriends, the collection of pjs I had in my teens when my friends and I shopped on Saturdays, the girl-cousin reunions we have each year which is a four day pajama party. And now I dearly want to have one with my Sarasota friends. I'm on a mission! Thanks, Suzanne, for the inspiration and fun. Cynthia
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