Another addition to weird facts

Another weird fact that I'm almost 100% my husband and sisters would have insisted that I put down on my list is the fact that I always wear matching pajamas to bed. It might be shorts & a t-shirt, but if it's black shorts, the t-shirt has to have black on it somewhere. It might be my pink flannel pj pants, but my shirt will either be plain white or have pink (same shade). I didn't mention this on my list, because I really don't consider it to be that weird. However, I have been teased mercilessly for years about this obsession. My reasoning is simple. If there were ever a fire in my house in the middle of the night, and I have to run out of my house in only one outfit, I want it to match. I'm probably going to be busy #1) worrying about my safety & my husbands #2) grabbing important possessions like our lock box and not have time to worry about clothes. #3) I at least want to have something that covers my body & doesn't look completely ridiculous when I have to go start putting the pieces back together the next day. Maybe it is stupid to some people (definitely my husband, who should the house ever burn down, would be throughly embarrassed by his not matching or practical outfits and wishing he would have taken at least one piece of advice from his wife.) However, to me, it's important. Now in reality, I know the day after a house fire, people probably aren't going to look at me and be thinking OMG how could she wear pink flannel pajama pants with that ugly brown shirt. I know this...I just don't care. My husband is convinced I do it because I want to impress the firemen. Um, no offense to the firemen (my husband is one of them), but not so much....I don't know, maybe it's an underlying fear from childhood when my brother's house burnt down while we were all at school & my nephews only had what they were wearing that day...I don't know...regardless, you can bet when I go to bed tonight, I'll be wearing matching pj's :)

Why this needed to be expressed in my blog, I'm not sure. Maybe in hopes that my husband or sisters will read it and stop tormenting me for the next 30 years....maybe just maybe, I was hoping that if I typed it out, it would seem like a logical and rational thing to do.......HMMM...