I'm not gonna lie, one of my major motivating factors to work out is the chance to slip into some short pajama shorts. My legs miss the freedom of pre-mission days like you would even believe. Frolic is the most cupcake word possible but you know what, that is what them shorts inspire: frolicking. Teaspoon, my youngest sister, has the cutest American Eagle shorts. They are pink and short and plaid and incredibly girly. I don't own shorts anymore, much less pajama shorts. She lets me borrow them and it is like slipping on a token of my summer-time youth. Now, I'm not scandalous or anything, but honestly, every girl should be allowed to run around her own basement in a pair of pink skimpies.
Thanks to running, a treadmill, bare feet and the bitter cold, I get to do that a few times a week.
Life is good. Good enough for me to begin, and end, in under 150 words; a rarity.
Almost a delicacy, but not quite.
