Ode To The Hoodie

HEY OLD NAVY.
When did your sizes shrink?! Bastards.
I am slowly beginning to slough off the remainder of my Christmas Gift to myself…that being about 10 pounds worth of chocolates. Although for Lent, I gave up all chocolate and desserts, that didn’t seem to make a bit of difference to the fat deposits clinging to my thighs for dear life. It may be because I didn’t consider a morning breakfast of Krispy Kremes as a dessert. AND WELL IT’S NOT.
So I thought I would enhance my summer wardrobe a bit and actually purchase a pair of shorts. This would cause a huge variance in my staple wardrobe of jeans, flip flops and hoodies. Even in the scorching heat of South Texas, I can’t seem to purge my closet of long sleeved, hooded paraphenalia. But I tried. I sauntered into Old Navy with money in my jeans pocket, tried on three different styles of Bermuda shorts, and walked out with three pairs of flip-flops. IN DIFFERENT COLORS.
Ah sweet piece of heaven.
Its not my fault the stupid shorts made me look like a 60 year old trailer park Momma. I got dignity, you know.
So I bought yet another pair of work out pants, which only prompted my sister to question, why I keep buying work out pants when I shudder at the thought of actually working out. To which I responded…SHUT YOUR YAP.
Oh and those work out pants…they came with a matching hoodie.