I bought two new pairs of pants over Christmas. Two new pairs that fit and dont fold over at the waistband every time I sit down at my desk. As these are now the only two pairs of pants I own that do fit properly, Ive had to work hard this week to devise a strategy for wearing them each twice without making it blatantly obvious that I was wearing the same pair of pants every other day. In other words, I was doing the same thing every other woman does every single day. The struggle is real, people. Anyway, I put a lot of thought into mixing up the looks, alternating tunic tanks and little fitted sweaters, changing hairstyles, etc. This morning I woke up and breathed a huge sigh of relief because it is Friday and Friday means casual day, aka JEANS! I walked into my bedroom to put on my mom jeans and caught my husband high-fiving himself in the bedroom mirror. This is the conversation that followed: Me: What the hell are you doing there, champ? Him: WOOHOO! I did it! Me: Did what? Him: I have managed to wear this same sweater every day this week. Me: And this is an accomplishment? Him: YES! I love this sweater. That confirms it. Women are from Venus. Men are from a very stinky planet where their clothing walks around on its own. On an unrelated note, I think we can safely assume that he will not be getting any action until he washes that sweater.
Posted on: Fri, 09 Jan 2015 16:48:00 +0000
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