I have a secret (or not so secret) dream. Some day, I would love to walk into a store and buy a pair of pants.
That seems like a silly dream, but I haven't been able to do that since my freshman year of high school.
All my pants have to be bought online, and as much as I love the Internet, It would be really nice to try pants on without having to wait for the mail.
That is the long lead in to one of the best Father's Day presents ever.
A new pair of pajama pants.
If regular pants are hard to find, pajama pants are impossible. They aren't in the typical pants sizes, so people only have the option of S, M, L, XL, etc.
I buy 30x36, and the longest pajamas I've been able to find only make it up to a 34. That's before they shrink in the wash. Usually, this also means they have a waste band that would comfortably fit eight of me inside.
My wife just made me a pair of pajama pants that fit perfectly. They're long and wonderful and make me feel a little less like a giraffe in high waters.
At the risk of traumatizing all of you with my bony toes and skinny legs, here is a picture: