Because the only other option was moving the thermostat up one degree and turning our bedroom into an unbearable hotbox, I decided to keep on my t-shirt and put on a pair of leggings before I crawled into bed.
I was wearing my NASA t-shirt at the time, and the top pair of leggings in the drawer were my super neato space leggings.
As I quickly pulled them over my legs, I exclaimed to Iain: "I was already wearing my NASA shirt and then I grabbed my space leggings!"
He was already in bed, the covers pulled up to his chin. His head appeared disembodied as he affectionately scowled at me.
"You look like a teen star nerd," he said.
Legit.
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