So last night I was sitting at my desk, already in my jammies when I noticed that my feet and lower legs were hot and sensitive, which happens occasionally. I took off my socks and rolled up the flannels to the knee. Presto, that did the trick.
Since I was comfortable, I didn’t think about it again. When I joined the family for evening prayer my somewhat fashion-sensitive 18-year-old daughter raised an eyebrow. “Dad?” she asked, glancing at my altered PJs. I feigned innocence and said I was starting a new fad: Flannel Floods.
The kids snickered at that answer. The wife did not.
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