Proud to be an American

Today I didnt leave the house a single time and I spent the entire day in stretch pants. It is Monday. I am also classy.

Ok, ok, it is true that Kristen, my sister slash wardrobe designer, refers to them as "leggings" (fact #1: the tag labels them 94% cotton), however, this does not mean that there is any centimeter of breathing space between them and my flesh. What I mean is that I feel every square inch of my badonkadonk flapping in the frigid MI breeze (fact #2: the other 6% is made of something called elastane. I have no idea what that is, but I bet I could find a lot of it at Wal-Mart. (fact #3: bending to see the fiber blend via tag of said leggings without removing them was neither a comfortable nor proud moment)).

Regardless, as I am at least temporarily unemployed I have decided to commiserate with so many of my fellow Mid-West Americans and embrace our situation to its fullest. This means a lot of Budwiser, double chins, and, of course, stretch pants. And here you thought Asia would change me!

Seriously though, I'm the same as always: fashion excludes me and travel excites me. With this in mind, check back for updates of vacation insight from South East Asia and then the big transition to life in France.

The latest hijinks begin January 14-ish. (ish in this case signifying that there may be a slight delay due to 24+ hours of travel time)

Happy 2009! (Especially you Mom, as I think you are the only one that still reads this)