Heard often in my house: “I’m going to put on comfy pants!”
Since moving to Hilly Quirky City, Pea and I have each gained a bit of weight. Mine I am blaming on hormones/clomid, his on free lunch (and now, with new golden job, free unlimited food).
We put on comfy pants because our normal pants are no longer comfy.
Pea’s doctor thinks he can sort out his high blood pressure with diet and exercise.
I don’t think this is a bad thing. I also don’t think it will substantially change my love of relaxed waistbands.