Dear Skinny Jeans:
When you arrived with my other stuff a few weeks ago, I happily folded you, put you at the bottom of a pile and moved along with the rest of the closet. Then you did what you always do, you slipped out of the bottom, falling onto the floor and proceeded to lay there for days, tempting me. You saucy minx. That's cool. Really it is. Because I wasn't scared (OK I was a little scared - we hadn't had a rendezvous in a long, long time...what with all the fun I was having in Vegas).
So I caved. And I shouldn't have because I knew it would feel great to be with you again. Pretty psyched that your buttons are working properly and are not even overstressed.
Chuck Bass would tell you that you're replaceable and avoid getting too close. I won't do that. You'll be in my closet forever, I can assure you of that, and you'll be seeing alot of me in the next few weeks.
Just one thing, though...enjoy it while it lasts. I look forward to the day (likely not so far from now) when the Abu Dhabi heat cuts out an other 10% of my body weight, at which point you can resume your place at the bottom of my closet with the wool sweaters and my Uggs.
XOXO
me
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