I was going to go jeans shopping this afternoon, since I have to be semi-near the Gap outlet anyway, but now I really don't want to! That's a bad frame of mind for jeans shopping, right? So I should just skip it?
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skip it.
Yeah, especially because for the future, I'll know the route.
I need new jeans in the worst way, but it's so hard to find anything that's not super low rise skinny jeans right now. Which are fine for some circumstances I guess, like going out jeans, but not really for every day slounging. Plus I'm on the cusp between sizes right now so it's an extra PITA to find something that works.
I am halfway thinking of buying the biggest pair of mom jeans I can then next time I buy. full on frump.
From an exercise article:
Rent motivation.
Once a week, watch a movie that inspires you to exercise. Examples: Rocky (for the gym), American Flyers (for cycling), Hoosiers (for team sports), and Chariots of Fire and Without Limits (both for running).
Movies that inspire me to exercise: Terminator 1 and 2; 28 Days Later; the Living Dead movies; The Birds.
Conclusion: I think being attacked by zombies is more probable than my becoming a world-class athlete.
Conclusion: I think being attacked by zombies is more probable than my becoming a world-class athlete.
How about dress Mr. Peabody up as a zombie and have him chase you around the yard?
I need new jeans in the worst way, but it's so hard to find anything that's not super low rise skinny jeans right now.
Yes.
Which are fine for some circumstances I guess,
But no. I tried on some the other day that were really close to working, except when I sat down and my entire ass crack was exposed. And not in a cute way.
Conclusion: I think being attacked by zombies is more probable than my becoming a world-class athlete.
In my case I know that's true. The fact that I don't want to become a world-class athlete probably figures into this.
Olivia and I were leaving the gym when the steering wheel froze up and the vehicle vomited pink, oozing power steering fluid all over the ground. Feh. Calling the tow truck and the dealership to cope.
Allyson, I'm sure there's a smart publisher out there that will give Sam a chance. And smart cute boy sounds...smart!