- It gives my right leg a tiny bit of ventilation.
- It looks bad ass, like I’m the kind of lady who has better things to worry about than her tights.
- This bad ass-ness translates into walking with better posture.
- An excuse to buy more pairs!
- Not picking the runner is an exercise in resisting temptation
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How an Andrea spends her Thursdays
Thursday is usually my only free night of the week. It’s my chance do the things that need to be done around my apartment that I’ve been putting off the other days of the week. So, how do I spend my time?
A) Maintaining my truce with the dust bunnies who really own this joint.
B) Eating, making, or thinking about soup.
C) Rearranging piles of overdue library books to make myself feel smarter.
D) Singing “Save the People” from Godspell to my cat, but replacing the word God with cat and people with kitties (“When wilt thou save the kitties? Oh, cat of mercy, whennn? The kitties, cat, the kitties! Not thrones and crowns, but kitttttttiiiieeeesssssss.”)
E) Not wearing pants.
F) Telling myself that I’ll write something great but playing Words With Friends and liking other people’s photos on Instagram instead.
G) All of the above.
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The correct answer is H) All of the above and then passing out to an old episode of Gilmore Girls.
If that answer surprises you, well, we must not really be friends.