It's Friday. Friday Friday Friday.
Aaaaand, it's beautiful outside, which put me in the BEST MOOD this morning. I was all set to write a post about bunnies and sunshine and the Return of the Cadbury Creme Egg.
But. Then. (You knew the happy couldn't last, right?)
I decided today would be a lovely day to break out some capris from last year. I have these linen ones that are very earth-mother-granola-I-heart-the-universe and I wanted to wear them. Well guess what?
Right, you saw where this was going before I even started. They didn't fit. At all. The side pockets did that horrific stretch thing that I cannot even describe...it's like the poor pants call in the fabric from inside the pockets as reserves to try to stretch around your hips. I got them zipped and all but then you have the squoosh factor above the waistband. And since I was determined to thoroughly destroy the happy sunshine and puppies vibe I had going on this morning, I looked in a full-length mirror after getting them on.
The one thing I can say? Is that my calves and ankles are very nice and skinny. From my knees down? I am rocking those capris. Let's all focus on Amy's pretty ankles today.
Anyway. So now I'm in boring old khakis that are also feeling tight because my fragile little ego (snort) has been shaken to its very core.
And the little zip-up hoodie I'm wearing smells like an ashtray. I just now noticed. Ew.
So it's Friday. Big freaking whoop. Somebody go buy me Cadbury Creme Eggs.