Oh pants
I went on a much-needed shopping spree (my husband might disagree with me about the "much-needed" part) after being cooped up in the house for several days being sicker than poop. I nearly bought out my favorite store in the mall, but today I realized a problem. I decided to wear one of my new outfits today to work, and on the whole it looks great. But as I was sitting here today, I noticed that I'm not sure that the black pants I bought are really black. They may, in fact, be navy. Now, I have nothing against navy, except that I didn't intend to buy navy pants. However, I'm not really quite sure which color these pants are. They're like chameleon pants. They definitely don't look black compared to the black tank top that I'm wearing (yes, this tank top is actually black; we'll call it the control). But there are different colors of black. This is something that has been hard to understand for most men I know, but girls, back me up here! Well, anyway. If you want to see me in my chameleon pants, you should probably stop by Homer UMC tonight for the first night of WATCh. It promises to be amazing.