When it gets to the point that it's either sweatpants, or no pants, then there's a problem...but I'm not telling her that. I personally enjoy the comfort of sweatpants as well, but choose not to wear them in public. Unless I'm sick, or hungover, and it's just for a quick supply run. I think she's on a mission to the deep fried Oreo stand. Or maybe the Girl Scouts selling those little ice creams. Either way, heaven help anybody who gets in her path because, damn, she ain't stoppin' for nobody.
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