My husband might know me a little too well.

His subconscious certainly does.

This is no way an endorsement, but rather a quiet surrender.

I think I've officially given up on jeans. My body type and age have made me give zero fucks about trying to get back into "real" jeans. And since I gave away all my maternity jeans years ago (I should have saved those stretchy waisted bastards), the time is now. Before you say "JEGGINGS!" No. Just. No. I found these at Land's End and bought a pair for summer. I thought, what the hell, why not try them. I put them on after a long afternoon in a pair of regular (and by regular, I mean some stretch material, but traditional, buttoned jeans), I slipped these babies on and felt like I wasn't wearing pants. Suddenly, I have Outside Pants that feel like Inside Pants. Take my monies. I'm going to order more.

The rest of the crazy stuff goes here.