Can I call them yoga pants?
Mandy Flynn
It was a dark and stormy night. Harsh winds startled the yard … trees swayed, limbs rattled, rain falling sideways pelted against the windows. I gazed out the window at the ruckus outside. Would it last long? Would it pass over? More importantly, can I put on my pajamas?
It was a question I often ask myself when bouts of bad weather come our way
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