My Favorite Kind of Pants Are Corduroys
3000 miles away from family = Casual Turkey Day
Not that we ever dressed up in our Sunday best, but the family gathering on Thanksgiving at least insured we all combed our hair and put on shoes and socks. I cannot tell a lie - the only shoes I put on today were fuzzy mauve slippers.
And as for Thanksgiving Dinner.... how about Thanksgiving Brunch?
After the discovery of the Reynold's Oven Bag, there's no reason not to eat the big meal at 11 am and then laze about in a turkey-induced stupor for the rest of the day, watching movies, leftovers no more than 20 feet away for mindless nibbling and grazing.
If you venture out to your local shopping mecca tomorrow, be nice to the employees. (Feel free to elbow and trip your fellow shoppers, however.) Sure, they chose to work retail, but we all make mistakes.
posted by Vicarious Living @ 8:42 PM
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3 Comments:
I'm in love with corduroys this season as well!
Just cozy--
Corduroys freak me out.
The "swish" factor is high, and combine the friction with the fact that I somehow generate approximately 66.667% more BTUs than the average human being, I might just spontaneously combust if I wear them.
(Let's put it this way, the machines from the Matrix could use me to power a whole city block, that's how much heat I put out.)
Besides, I just think it's a little too presumptuous of me to walk around constantly displaying that I'm "ribbed for her pleasure."
Great sales - eh, by the time I got to them, the elbow-throwing was over and half the stuff was broken on the floor in a scene of carnage. I did however go shopping the Tueseday before and got some amazing deals, with none of the fuss. I've decided it's the only way to go from now on.
Thanks to you I will never look at a man wearing corduroys in the same way again. Or Adam Sandler.
They are cozy - and in such happy colors! They seem like a fall pant.
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