I fuckin’ hate clothes.
Everything I put in the dryer?
I am very selective about what kind of pants/shorts I buy.
They have to disguise the belly.
And they do.
Until someone (which is sometimes me) puts them in the fuckin’ dryer.
I’m going on vacation in 10 days.
And all my new pants? Shrunk.
Camouflage the belly? Shit. I might as well BE pregnant.
Is one of the stupid stupid stupid things that makes me cry.
And of course?
It’s the end of the season.
I got them on sale.
There are no more left.
Almost makes me wanna stay home.