I almost wore a night shirt out of the house today. Oh well, I can wear it on the patio.
(Seriously, I love Old Navy. I walked in there yesterday and walked out with 7 t-shirts and 1 I thought dress and they are nice and long and cover my ass and don’t make my arms feel like they’re as big as Popeye’s. Miracle clothes. Clothes cheap enough that I don’t hate myself for long when I inevitably get greasy food on them).
(Did I tell you about dropping the rice part of a piece of sushi and it managed to get all over my shirt AND inside my purse? I am a talented girl).