Do you ever have those days where you walk out of the house thinking you look decent, only to come home after a day of running errands and catch yourself in the mirror one last time and realize how awful you looked in what you were wearing? Uggghh. Prime example in this post. I walked out of the house thinking my legs looked thin and miles long, just like my lovely blogger friend Oomph. I thought my wonderfully drapey shirt covered my happily stuffed with hot cheetos, Cap'n crunch and other terrible-for-your-health-but-oh-so-yummy-junkfood treats mid-section. Boy, was I wrong on this one. It seems as if my outfit looked waaaay better in my head than it did in real life.
Sigh. Oh well. There's always tomorrow. And maybe tomorrow my thoughts won't get lost in translation.