An open letter to my comfy pants
June 3rd, 2009
Dr. Peppers
Walk with me for a moment two years in the past. The night we first met. I was at Target wandering the aisles. You were on display along with a few other patterns. I’m not sure you saw me straight away, but I saw you. I never realized have desperate I was for comfort until my eyes fell upon your familiar logo running down two soft cotton legs. I had always partook in your beverage, in fact, it remains my favorite amongst the soda pop family. Maybe that’s why I fell so hard so fast. I know you felt the same. I didn’t have a lot of money, but I did have two long, hairy walking sticks that needed nightly vacations. To me, it was worth all the gold in the world.Â
I took you home. Do you remember that first night? It was December and a bit chilly in the apartment. I needed you more than ever, and you delivered. The moment we sat down together on the couch I new something miraculous had occured. I’ve never been one to put much stock into fate, Peppers, but comfy pants like you make me question everything. Sometimes you were so lovingly comfortable that I would nod off during Blu-Ray action films. Even though the picture was so crystal clear, and the action so over-produced and loud, you still wrapped me in your Sand Man spell.
We’ve couched it now for two years, Peppers. Two years! What a time it’s been. Which is why it saddens me to have to tell you this. I’m shopping around for new comfy pants. It’s not that I don’t love you anymore…actually I think I love you more than ever. But you’re old. Let’s face simple facts; you have a large hole in your crotch and I am to lazy to sew you back up. The washer and dryer have beaten you around the block and you don’t fit like you used to my love. I will treasure you always, just from now on, I will treasure you from iside the drawer with all the other things I never wear. Then I’m sure a year or two down the road I will treasure you at the Goodwill I leave you at. But know this, I WILL treasure you. We still have some time together…let’s make it count.
Much Love
Travis
*tear* I feel the same way about my Hello Kitty Pj pants!!
i want you to break up with me- just to get a letter this sweet.
Give me your comfy pants! I’ll hang them from a NYC telephone pole where they can retire with pride and a good view.
hearts.
Lo’
It’s always a sad, sad day when you part ways with such a dear companion.
I can relate. Good luck on the replacements. Btw-loved your goodbye letter to the pepper!!!
Reggie