I hate the pants I’m wearing! I’d take them off, but I’m at work. Damn! They’re poopy brown dress pants that fit way too high on the waist, which for me means my belly button is covered and I feel suffocated. Part of the front tab thing is broken, which means it’s hanging there and making me feel really thick in the middle (which I already feel every day). Oh dear. I need to retire these babies as soon as I get home. Perhaps I will find a replacement this weekend as I go shopping – the only thing I can think to do as Huz is yet again out of town on a conference. Woe is me. I know, I’m a baby.