So it’s Thanksgiving, and we’ve all shared a very large feast together. After the great meal we recline in the living room, on the floor, on the couch, in the easy chair, stuffed like the turkey we’ve just consumed. Grandma leaves the room for a moment and comes back to her family with a layer of simply the most comfortable pants in the Universe, draped over her arm. She leans forward with great compassion and understanding for the blank look on each face, as a result of the food coma they are now each experiencing, and says: “After dinner pants?” A bright and expectant smile lights up everyone’s face, and in moments they are now lounging comfortably, without belts or buttons undone to make up for the full pant size they have now gained as a result of the mashed potatoes and dressing.
What a lovely way to end a holiday feast. We can now watch football together without hallucinating.
Pick up a pair of ADPs After Dinner Pants® and rest in your stuffed-state. It’s the answer to every food holiday as we know it!
Anne Lamott is one of my favorite authors. When giving the commencement address to a group of college graduates she had this to say:
“There are so many great things to do right now. Write. Sing. Rest. Eat cherries. Register voters. And−oh my God−I nearly forgot the most important thing: Refuse to wear uncomfortable pants, even if they make you look really thin. Promise me you’ll never wear pants that bind or tug or hurt, pants that have an opinion about how much you’ve just eaten. The pants may be lying!”
− from the book “Plan B: Further Thoughts on Faith,” ©2005, p. 310.
