I'm wearing jeans I don't hate!
This day has been such a long time in the making, I feel like there should be a parade or at least a commemorative plaque and an anthem, sang in rousing tribute to moderation! And to fiber! These jeans, they are nothing special, really, except I do appreciate them for maintaining their deep indigo color and that sweet little perma-crease over the years. But they do not, in any way, resemble mom jeans and they fit nicely for that, I could do back flips. You know, if I could summon the energy.
Also, my bum looks pretty great.
Aside from the sexy phlegm (which is mostly a waste since I don't make a career on my voice), the flu has left me with this hacking cough that keeps me awake by night and annoys my poor coworkers by day. Like my friend said, coughing is some serious exercise and seeing as I cough myself dizzy at least three times an hour, I'm getting the workout of my life. And I'm totally exhausted. But I'm wearing jeans I don't hate!
Guys, when I finally shake this medicine head, I have every intention of addressing that "sick addiction" I talked about in my New Year's Resolution post. I've been thinking about it a lot, about what bad relationships do to your attitude and what that attitude does to every relationship thereafter.
This day has been such a long time in the making, I feel like there should be a parade or at least a commemorative plaque and an anthem, sang in rousing tribute to moderation! And to fiber! These jeans, they are nothing special, really, except I do appreciate them for maintaining their deep indigo color and that sweet little perma-crease over the years. But they do not, in any way, resemble mom jeans and they fit nicely for that, I could do back flips. You know, if I could summon the energy.
Also, my bum looks pretty great.
Aside from the sexy phlegm (which is mostly a waste since I don't make a career on my voice), the flu has left me with this hacking cough that keeps me awake by night and annoys my poor coworkers by day. Like my friend said, coughing is some serious exercise and seeing as I cough myself dizzy at least three times an hour, I'm getting the workout of my life. And I'm totally exhausted. But I'm wearing jeans I don't hate!
Guys, when I finally shake this medicine head, I have every intention of addressing that "sick addiction" I talked about in my New Year's Resolution post. I've been thinking about it a lot, about what bad relationships do to your attitude and what that attitude does to every relationship thereafter.
