My wife has always been the type to change into pajamas or sweats after arriving home from work, assuming we're not going anywhere. For a long time I never really understood the draw.

This winter, however, I've taken delight in occasionally changing into my Hulk pajama pants (they were a gift, and they're awesome, so shut up) and houndstooth slippers. Still feels funny to me, but for comfort's sake, I'm enjoying it.