What will this post be about?

a.) a flock of kind people named Jean
b.) cool-looking jeans
c.) sugar-coated jeans
d.) none of the above

If you guessed “d” you’re correct.

I very rarely make it home after a long day of work without dipping my forehead a little bit behind the wheel. (Probably because I work so f#cking hard.) It’s especially dangerous now that my days begin to darken at five, thanks to Benjamin Franklin’s dim idea. At least during the summertime I could roll down a window or two and get a breeze in to keep me from nodding off.

I arrived home at half-past seven and hungry as hell, which is partly why I didn’t stop at the gym. I made my way into the kitchen and made breakfast for dinner and a side salad. After demolishing a plateful of good foods, I went to my room where I found more chores.

Instead of clearing my bed of the two loads of clean laundry, I decided to add more laundry to it – the laundry I was wearing.

Superman has only wishes he could fly this well…I was completely horizontal before falling to the “whites.” Within moments my lids were closed and my shoes were off.

I still prefer pajamas for roaming around the house and under the covers, but if I’m sleeping above the comforter, (or a load of laundry), a pair of jeans like these is much more conducive to sleep. I should do it more often in my favorite pair of pants, because sweet jeans = sweet dreams.