The Infallible Logic of Snow Day Magic

Today is proof that even after college, sleeping in your pajamas inside out works every time. Why? BECAUSE I GOT A SNOW DAY, BITCHES!

snowdayNow, there are some negative sides to this. For example, I live alone on 100 acres of land, which, while awesome, also means that there is no one around to come and play with me. No one to sled with, or build snowmen battle scenes with, or forts or any of that. Also, I don't own snow shoes, so taking Gio for walks is...difficult.

BUT this also means that I get to stay in my inside out pajamas for the whole day and read books and all that without any interruption and that's pretty damn cool.

I'm not normally a superstitious person, but let's be real here, duckies, this inside out pajama thing is FOOLPROOF. "Gumby" and I were talking about it last night.

Me: We're supposed to get a bunch of snow tonight.

Gumby: Yeah, we were, too, but now it's not looking like it's going to be that bad.

Me: Whatever, I'm totally wearing my PJ's inside out tonight.

Gumby: Oh, totally. No question. I also heard you should flush an ice cube down the toilet.

Me: What? That's ridiculous. That's like saying "Hey, cold stuff, screw you!" and I don't want to say that. I want to say "Hey, cold stuff, hang out for a bit!" Hence, the inside out pajamas. Duh.

Gumby: I think it's supposed to be like you're adding cold stuff to the world or something.

Me: That's stupid.

Gumby: Yeah. The pajama thing is legit, though. Oh! I've also heard you should stick a white crayon in the freezer.

Me: Where do people even come up with this crap? INSIDE OUT PAJAMAS IS THE ONLY WAY.

Gumby: Amateurs.