Jammers.

Brooke & I spent 36 hours like this:

In our pajamas. While my GAP sweats & Dayton t-shirt aren't nearly as cute as her Minnie PJ's, they are just as comfy. And this is how we lived from Saturday night around 7pm until Monday morning. And it was glorious. We had nothing to do, nowhere to go. The only reason the husband got out of his sweats was because he showered after doing yard work (and he very adamantly reminded me that he put on jeans after showering, not sweats, so he wasn't in pajamas for the whole day - ok, Judgy McJudgerson, but you still didn't leave our little 1/2 acre...in fact, you were just less comfortable Sunday evening, so I think we win.)

It wasn't the first time we've had an all-day Jammer Party...and I guarantee it won't be the last!