You’re Not Wearing That To Bed

Last night I stood next to the bed wearing a giant XXL t-shirt with an enormous picture of a smiling Barack Obama and the words Commander in Chief.
“You’re not wearing that to bed,” Alex said.
I laughed “Why?”
“What if I roll over in the middle of the night and open my eyes. I’ll be staring into his teeth.”
Ok, I get it. That would be kind of disturbing maybe a little creepy. It’s not that Alex doesn’t like the President. He would be freaked out if he work up starring into the eyes of Arnold Schwarzenegger or Nicholas Cage.
So I changed into a Razorback t-shirt, because waking up and looking at a slobbering pig is so much better.

4 thoughts on “You’re Not Wearing That To Bed”

  1. Makes me think of a song I heard on the radio as a youngster. I think it was called “The little green man”

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