With regard to the much-procrastinated buying of Christmas pajamas, which now apparently do not exist, nay, neither can they be found in any part of the land roundabout them.
Actual conversation had mere moments ago:
K: Babe. You've looked at a million places today. I'll get dressed and run to one more place before work.
P: I cannot be conquered by jammies. This is my battle now.
K: We're a team honey. We're ONE.
P: You don't want any part of this. Get out while you still can.