You know what I'm tired of?
I don't mean that I want to walk around naked all the time--although being naked is certainly very comfortable. I mean that every single morning, I have to look in my closet and decide what to wear. "Oh, I can't wear those comfortable pants because they're dirty. I don't want to wear that shirt because it requires me to wear a bra. Blue jeans are too hot!"
How tacky is it to include a picture of your own underwear on your blog? I'm not wearing the underwear, so I think it's acceptable. Plus, the reason I have so much extremely comfortable underwear is because my father was doing the laundry one time when I was visiting my parents and he was appalled at--let's just say he was appalled at how old the underwear was, and leave it at that. He sent my mom to the store, and apparently does so every couple of months. If my father's familiar with my underwear when I'm not wearing it, I think you all can be, too.
It's Monday morning, folks. I'm having to get dressed, and I thought you'd all want to share in the challenges that involves. I'm currently wearing one of my "This is what a FEMINIST looks like" t-shirts, and I guess this is how a feminist complains about clothing.