I have a great pair of black fleece pants that I found in a thrift store – they’re covered with neon-green Grinch faces.
Obviously these are meant to be for Christmas and lounging, but today I put them on and wore them all day.
All FIVE visitors saw me wearing them: the water remediation guy, the reconstruction estimator, the water heater installer, the plumber, and the water company employee.
I had lengthy conversations with all five of these guys. I even walked outside talking to them, which is technically “in public.” And you know what? No one said a word about the Grinch pants.
If I saw someone wearing Grinch pants, or Cat in the Hat pants, or Green Eggs and Ham pants, I would say something appreciative. Or I’d at least laugh.
The five guys were extremely nice, though. Maybe they felt sorry for me. “Poor lady, she’s so befuddled by her flooded basement that she forgot to take her pajamas off.”
These Grinch pants are my favorite lounging pants. I wear them all winter because they make me laugh and they make Tom laugh.
That’s the medicine of Dr. Seuss, which has kept me sane since I was 4 years old. I was forced to eat canned asparagus and Tuna Aloha and similar horrid non-food of the ’60s, and my sister read to me those immortal lines,
That Sam-I-am, that Sam-I-am!
I do not like that Sam-I-am!
Do you like green eggs and ham?
I do not like green eggs and ham!
I do not like them, Sam-I-am!
Then, when the animated “How the Grinch Stole Christmas” came on TV, I was so happy. Someone else in the world had an imagination even weirder than mine!
I feel very sorry for anyone who didn’t have Dr. Seuss books in their childhood. They missed out on learning the fun that can be had with rhyme and rhythm.
Dr. Seuss would have been 112 years old today, but he is eternally young.
And so am I – as long as I’ve got my Grinch pants on.
Today’s penny is a 2004, for the 100th anniversary of the birth of American writer Theodor Seuss Geisel.