Every year I do the dreaded “Let’s see what pants fit after this summer and how many pairs of new jeans I need to get.”
You probably can find me eating sour gummy worms after said trying on of pants day.
I refuse to iron anything. Nope. If Downy Wrinkle Release doesn’t get it out, dry cleaning it goes.
This scarf should have been ironed but seriously, who irons scarves?
I panic at the beginning of every season thinking I will never be able to put together a cute outfit.
big strong thighs and calves and therefore no boots will ever have space between jeans and my leg. Seriously, who has that skinny of legs? (I know, a ton of people do and you are probably one of them.)
I hate Flo. I frigging hate her so much. I hate her name. Flo. My mom used to call my period Aunt Flo. Progressive, every time I see Flo I think of my period and want to boycott you.
Flo says it’s hard to look good in corduroy. Whatever. She is irrelevant about any type of fashion; has she seen what she is wearing?
I didn’t do laundry for 5 weeks. Those Victoria’s Secret coupons for free panties got me through most of that.
I have too much underwear.
I am the queen of car seat dancing. I can do a dance off against anyone and win.
I have to sleep with one foot outside of the comforter but if I have both feet outside I get cold.
I am inexplicably filled with rage every time I see overalls.
The only thing that makes me more ragey is leather overalls.
I can’t deal with the super torn and raggedy high waisted shorts. Yo butt needs to be covered. Don’t look like a hussy. Cover those buns. Especially since we are frigging in the fall season.
What are your honest confessions?