These are two pairs of holiday pants.
Some would say they’re my ‘Go-to-Hell’ pants.
As in, “If you don’t like them, you can go-to-hell.”
I’ll take both descriptions and own them.
I’m also going to wear the fuck out of these puppies this year because I finally fit my ass back into them thanks to a regimen of cutting out alcohol and eating what basically amounts to bird food. You know what they say: nothing tastes as good as skinny feels.
I’m kidding, partly. I just finished off a bunch of pecan pralines, recipe forthcoming… and I intend to enjoy the holiday sweets and savories. All in moderation.
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