She wants a drink of water so she waits and waits and waits and waits and waits for it to rain.
I’ve felt like death warmed over all week. I don’t have a fever and the stuff coming out of my nose is clear, so I’m not sick enough to stay home. But: ugh. The solution? Wear undercover pajamas to work.
These “Magic Pants” look a lot like my Jessica Simpson ones, but are made of a much nicer fabric, are a more appropriate length, and the waistband isn’t enormous. I wore these pants all weekend (this outfit almost exactly to dinner on Friday. And to a movie on Saturday…), so I naturally reached for them for comfort on Monday morning.
And remember how I said I sometimes wear this cardigan around the house like a robe? Throw in a t-shirt and some shoes with Nike Air technology, and I might as well be in my jammies. The pink necklace (another gift from Mom!) adds a pop of unexpected color (my sister read somewhere that this pink is the new hot color(?)), and I like how the zigzags around the jewels reference the pattern in the cardigan.
Please excuse my face. I slept for maybe 12 minutes the night before and am full of (clear) mucous.