Go ahead. Laugh at me. It's okay.

Yesterday I wore my husband's jeans to work. I've been stealing them lately because 1) I realized I could fit into them, and 2) they are super comfy, like sweatpants. Plus, isn't there something sexy about wearing your man's pants?

Yet he continues to not comprehend my interest in his clothing. I'm thinking about starting to borrow his buttondown shirts and wear them with skinny jeans. Hot, right?

So anyway, here is me in my office in Mr. T's jeans. When I say "laugh away at me" it's because I'm so un-photogenic that I tend to make stupid faces in every picture (hence the body shot with no head being first). The last one is my attempt at trying to look like a normal person.

Strike a pose.

Giddy-up. (look at those tummy roles!)


See, what did I tell you?


I'm trying... I really am...


Who's a bad mutha???



PS - if you read Love Maegan... you'll know that I totally stole her one-leg-up pose. But they say copying is a compliment, right??