MY VERY OWN WORKHORSE

Sunday, December 15


Don't worry silly butt, I'll just stand up here on the porch and stay warm. You go on ahead and do all of the work in the snow.

Also loving T's throwback sweats from good ol' college baseball at Georgetown. I have an identical pair in navy that I may or may not have taken out of his room as soon as we "officially" began dating. What's a boyfriend without a keepsake to bring home??? But seriously, they are the most amazingly wonderful sweats. I have to roll the waistband over about five times to get them a little off the floor, but it's worth every roll. You know the kind I'm talking about? They're typically the ones that you find yourself thinking about at random parts of the day, wishing with every part of your being that you could be in them at that very moment. They're usually pretty hideous, tattered at the bottoms, and the insides have officially been worn-out, but you wouldn't change anything about them, they're perfect just the way they are.

And on that note, happy sunday to all and to all a good night!

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