Pajama Day final work

The week of battle. The first theme day : pajama day. So now here's a story about me any my pajamas and why i am not wearing my pajamas. It all started that hot Sunday afternoon. I was tanning in my backyard, in my pajamas. My reason for tanning was because of my amazing farmers tan from lacrosse which is absolutely ridiculous. I did not have much energy because of the morning lacrosse clinic i was working at. That is where my pajamas first got in a mess. A little kid, decided it would be fun to hit me with mud. So not only he, but multiple of his little amigos decided to flower me in mud. my normally grey pants now had a nice pattern of brown spots on them, sure to be a fashion style in a few years. As i was tanning i was unaware that my cousin decided to have a little fun with me. First of all i fell asleep, and left my hands on my abdomen. I got sunburned so i now had a outline of my hands on my stomach. My cousin created an elaborate scheme to get back at me for sneaking over his home to jack all of his tools for his car. First my cousin tied a rope to the lounge chair. This rope connected to the handle of the hose. The hose was sturdily held by a chair and the part where the water departs from was pointed straight at me. The second i awoke and leaned forward the hose shot and drenched me. I could not free myself and therefore for three hours i sat and got hit with water, my pajamas never dried out.