When I was younger, birthdays used to be a big deal. And I always felt a need to dress for the occasion - usually a brand spankin' new birthday outfit from my mom. You had to LOOK extra-special because on your birthday you WERE extra-special.
So today, I am 31. And my, how things have changed. I went upstairs to survey my options, and had the exact opposite reaction. I thought "it's my birthday, and if I want to look like a total schlub and wear yoga pants out in public, then I will."
So there you have it, three decades of wisdom boiled down to a pair of stretchy pants.
Thursday, February 1, 2007
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Happy birthday fellow February firster!
Why?, oh why? do we have to share a birthday with Pauly Shore?
HAHA Pauly Shore. that's awesomely horrible!
I too have the same reaction with clothing. As a STAHM who do we need to impress, the 2 year old with banana all over his shirt. Pahlease!
Even worse - Sherman Helmsley. Can I get an Amen!?
Hey, at least he was movin' on up, but given his age, he'll be movin' on under pretty soon.
Humbug & Horsefeathers!
After Eight Decades...
It is my view that the most important feature of pants is not
whether they stretch or not, but...
Are They Warm? reb
www.lazyonebenn.blogspot.com
Sarah, I didn't know you had a friend in Tenn. who is 81 years old. Very interesting....
Yeah, neither did I :)
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