Several weeks ago I bought pregnancy jeans, then stuck in the closet for a rainy day ... or a day when my other normal person pants or so tight and I am so fat that they are necessary.
This morning it started raining ... and about five hours later I realized that my favorite stretchy size 8 cropped jeans were really uncomfortable in the waist.
After walking around in my sweat pants for an hour or two (OK, fine, I put them on and then took a 1.5 hour nap. technicality) I realized that it was time to embrace the pants.
And boy howdy that was a good idea -- these suckers are so comfortable! No stupid waist band, just awesome stretchiness. And I can breathe. It's like a new day in pants land.
About all that rain. I was really OK with this whole constant raining thing when I moved here in January. It rained and rained and rained all the way through June, and I was still OK with it.
But then -- THEN -- I realized that sometimes it is sunny here. (!!) It's actually NICE!
And so when it started to rain again ... well, now I'm not so OK with it. Because I know it CAN be simply beautiful
*and the rain, rain, rain came down, down, down ....*
Luke is in the field. Getting rained on. I hope he's OK. His phone is off tonight.