I told you that I ordered it. I didn’t lie.
I love it. I adore it. I wear it every single day, unless I have to go out, and even then I dither endlessly about whether I could maybe get away with wearing it to pick Emilia up from the bus if I had a puffy coat and tucked into boots. (For the record, I tried this once, but didn’t make it out the door. I looked like a demented, winterized Teletubby. It’s the drop crotch that ruins everything. One cannot sport a fleece drop-crotch outfit without looking like an animated character, or MC Hammer conducting an ill-considered experiment in loungewear.)
I want it in every color. Santa, are you listening? I WANT THIS IN EVERY COLOR.
Then I just need to construct my Mom Cave, stock it with Buffy DVDs and vodka, and you’ll never hear from me again.