On gloomy Sunday afternoons like today, I often find myself reading trashy magazines and mindlessly snacking on whatever junk is in the cabinet. Thanks to the Internet, I've learned that that I'm not alone in this practice!!! Such a relief!!! Cue the Oprah reruns!!!
I don't know about you, but when I'm acting like a sloth, I dress like one. Why take off your pajama pants before noon if you don't have to? While CouldIhavethat shares my love of Sunday snacks, last weekend she wore this because...
"...it made the day feel just a little bit fancier."
I was totally kidding about the pajama pants.
Could you hold my peanut butter? I'm just gonna go change.