Wednesday, September 7, 2011
"We all live in a Yellow Submarine"....oh wait, it got subbed.
Top: J.Crew, Pants: Tha-rifted, Shoes: Kohls, Jewelry: Awkward black hair-ties (ignore), Charming Charlies necklace, and belt turned bracelet from J.Crew
I put these pants on this morning and started humming "We all live in a yellow submarine." I expected my roomie friend to walk in and either beg to stop...or beg for MORE baby. Neither happened ha. Perhaps I sang it because I kinda feel like a submarine right now? Ya....submerged in water. No. kinda um....bloated. Right on. I freaking love food. Anyways, I and my non sporty self, (sidenote: Back when Spice Girls were hot to trot, I was NEVER Sporty Spice when me and my girlyfriends would play "Spicegirls.") decided to sign up for Beginning Volleyball. I thought it was high time that the net and I became friends. I walked into class with my sub pants and the teacher took one blinding look at my legs and was like, "uhhhhh." I kindly finished his sentence and said, pointing to my subs, "Oh I can't play in these beauts?" Tragedy of the day. I changed. Out of my subs and into b-ball shorts. Not so good for impressing the two cute boys in the class. To further my embarrassment--the ball may or may not have hit my face 5 times in this hour of battle with the net. Boys like it when girls get hit by the ball right?