I’m buying a pair of white jeans. This is ridiculously optimistic of me because 1.) I’m choosing to believe that four kids won’t destroy them in a matter of minutes
and 2.) I’m choosing to believe that white jeans won’t make my butt look big.
Sometimes you just have to go for it, though, you know? Eat pizza off your wedding china. Jump on the living room couch. Line your good crystal along the window sill.
When the sun shines through the crystal, it makes tiny rainbows all over the dining room. And I’ll take that with a chance of someone breaking a vase over having a vase I’ve never used twenty years from now.
So carpe diem, people! Seize the day! Life your life! Buy the white jeans!
I’m buying a bottle of stain-remover, though. Just in case.