Today is a saggy butt pant kind of day. Not my black stretchy pants where I feel kind of cute and skinny and presentable enough to go out for ice cream when Mr. F comes home from work. No, today is definitely not a black stretchy pants kind of day.
It is saggy butt pant day.
It's the day I lounged about the apartment in my pajamas, deciding to shower only because I couldn't handle my own smell, and then climbing into saggy butt pants and back into bed. It's the day I surfed Pinterest (yes, I succumbed to the peer pressure) and mentally reconfigured my design plan for our little apartment. Just so you know, the plan entails lots of shelves, even more baskets, and some killer paint for the walls. It's the day where ironing a few shirts while watching Pride & Prejudice for the bajillioneth time in my life feels like a major accomplishment.
Today is saggy butt pant day.
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