I finally gave in. For years she has been after me to buy what she refers to as a robe but which I still call a dressing gown. I'm not partial to dressing gowns. But because I have to go outside to pick up the morning paper she shamed me into the purchase of a fleece-lined model. What's more you face right into the morning sun and anyone can see right through your nightie.
Women wear nighties.
Every time I turn over they bind me where no man likes to be bound. Other members of the family have always teased me about my overnight habiliment and compared me to the Canadian Tire's Christmas ads featuring Scrooge. At least I don't wear a nightcap as he does though I have been known to use one in the hot buttered sense. But her remarks about the sun shining through rather unnerved me. Not that there's anything awesome hiding in the shadows but one really should not make private things, not even imperceptible things, public.