so. umm. can someone do me a solid and put a lock on my fridge, pantry...and for good measure, remove all christmas candy from the single-wide? thanks.
let me paint a picture of the severity of my request:
so, i guess my farmer noticed my work-pants were getting a little snug as well, hence the treadmill. farmer likes to help me reach my goals. that's love. thanks farmer.
let me paint a picture of the severity of my request:
- i have these super baggy pants i wear to work on the house. they are the pants that i can hardly keep on. the pants i go to when i want to feel skinny. the pants that i don't even have to unbutton to take off. well folks, they are tight. and not tight in the "those pants are so tight, where did you get them?" kind of way. how did this happen?
- yesterday, as i nursed the backlash of one too many drinky-drinks, i sat and watched old episodes of teen mom 2, ate cake pops like they were tic tacs, followed by a few slices of ham and a good sized portion of week-old quesadilla casserole. who am i?! (side-note: that casserole needed to be eaten. it was going to go bad soon.)
- you know how when you are wearing jeans (or any pants for that matter), you sit down, grab said pants by the beltloops and ever so discreetly lift the waistband over your belly, creating the illusion of a flat stomach (or are we just kidding ourselves)? well, this tactic is no longer working for me. i pull the pants up and over only to creative another rolly-roll. it's a slippery slope, yo.
so, i guess my farmer noticed my work-pants were getting a little snug as well, hence the treadmill. farmer likes to help me reach my goals. that's love. thanks farmer.
serious, laughing my pants off! as I ever-so-slightly pull them up to insinuate a flat tummy:)
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