Ok. I’m confused. Many of you read my post yesterday about HOW I SAW A BEAR. Yet, most of your comments and inquiries have been about my new jeggings.
Maybe you didn’t understand me. I SAW A BEAR! Not in a cage. Not on TV. I’m not talking football people. I am talking real live bears at the front door, like, “Hello. I am a bear. I am here to maul you.” That kind of bear.
Do you really just want to hear about my jeggings? You do? Wow.
Ok, for those of you not in the know, jeggings are jeans/leggings. Like sporks (spoons/forks, in case you’ve never been on a picnic). So, essentially they look like jeans but feel like leggings. The joy of a jegging is that it is ALL ELASTIC but completely fashionable. Isn’t that wild? As wild as THE BEAR ON MY PORCH?
Lots of fat chicks like me say they would never be caught dead in jeggings. But they also say they’d never be caught dead in bathing suits or being on top. (Sorry, Dad!) What kind of life is that? If you don’t like looking at my thighs in these awesome elastic pants that tuck into my awesome knee high boots that were specially made for my wide calves, I think you ought to come over here and meet my bear.
I’ll just be over here eating more chips, thankyouverymuch.