My Pants, My Pants

It's official. My other "good" (this is a relative term) pair of pants has a hole in them. They are the only two pairs of pants that I wear, and now they both have holes in them and I don't even care.. I actually think I have another pair of pants lying around here somewhere, but I'm not sure where they are and I haven't found the time to initiate a search for them yet. That's right... I haven't found the time to open a drawer to see if I have a pair of pants in there. Shut up. It has taken me over five days to make a phone call during office hours. It is just hard to get little things done sometimes (like phone calls and looking for jeans).

I don't plan on shopping for a new pair of jeans either, because shopping is not my bag. I think Vernon would like me to dress better and look better than I do (because, believe it or not, I can actually pull off looking somewhat presentable if I put the effort into it), but most of the time I don't give a flying frick and just put on whatever my closet decides to throw up at me any given day. And I guess it is kind of sad that I dress up more for Mom's Night Outs than for anything that I do with Vernon right now. Poor guy. If only I looked more like this more of the time.
 
And my closet really is pathetic, people. I'm not kidding. I'll take a picture of it sometime and tell you all about the history behind every lame piece of clothing that I own. I really do want to throw everything away and just start all over... if I ever had the motivation to shop for new things in the first place, which I don't. Going into stores, looking at stuff, making decisions about what to get, spending money on it... really. I'd rather be sleeping (or pooping, or cooking, or daydreaming, or sweeping, or diving).

I do like to go to the mall on occasion and look at people, and loiter, and go to random stores with my kids. For instance, yesterday, I went to the mall with my kids and, literally, spent 15 minutes trying to get this ring on a hook.

That's what I do at a mall, people. That's how I choose to spend my time.

Also, closing point: Is it weird that I want to go to stores and try on Prom dresses?