Ever since my mom told us a story about her sock monkey named Jocko (said with a French accent, like Schock-oh,) I've been obsessed. Annie made me a sock monkey for Christmas in high school. I even have a tiny one that sat on the dashboard of my first car, who now resides in my classroom. Mike got me the PJs for Christmas, which I refused to put with the rest of the holiday PJs back in the attic because I want to wear them forever.
And now my ensemble is complete:
The slippers I coveted over Christmas were half-off at Target! Win!
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