I got married, then I got sick, and now I’m back to work just in time for a 4-day weekend.
Please excuse the crocs, I told you I’ve been ill.
With Thanksgiving in just a few days and December just around the corner, it’s obvious that we’re all going to get pretty fat. But let’s be thankful of all the glorious food that will soon make our bellies ache, because not everyone gets to give birth to a food baby this time of year.
However, this invention is cruel and unnecessary.
This is why I wear stretchy pants on Thanksgiving. Jeans are unforgiving, and a belt would only hold me back, because I need to get two pieces of pumpkin pie down my throat, not just one.
And don’t even get me started on the tucked-in shirt.