I recently 'moved back in' with my parents, because my boyfriend took a job in L.A (good bye rent free escape from my family). Being at my house all the time is quite different - no privacy, punishment for things like opening another cheese, being forced into doing household tasks that I could otherwise con my way out of (future stay-at-home husband?) AND there is a pesky little brother that needs to eat all the "munchies" from the pantry. I always spend my days at school daydreaming about that one thing I can't wait to go home to - the last cookie in the jar, my cozy bed or the TV show I recorded the previous night. Yesterday, I had been thinking about the last chocolate muffin in the container. I waffled on taking it in the morning and deciding against it was the biggest regret of my day. Much to my dismay I came home to an empty container - it was GONE. As my taste buds remained eager, I grew more and more angry. It's the little things that can completely flip my mood...especially when it involves chocolate.
As I mentioned above, I pretty much lived at my boyfriend's apartment before he moved and would often have no choice but to wear his clothes. These jumper pants became one of my favorite things to steal...besides underwear - boxer briefs are surprisingly comfy. Too much?
What do you think? Who wore it best?