The other day, Sweet Dub looked at me critically and with some mild concern and said:
"Those pants make your ass look flat. [pause] I didn't think that was even possible."
His comments were directed at the evil sweatpants. I'm back in regular clothes. My ass is now swathed in denim and looking pretty good (read: not flat), if I do say so myself. I think we should burn the sweatpants in our backyard.
Except we have once again been issued a high-wind advisory. I'd hate to contribute to the wildfire epidemic.
Damn Santa Anas.