Have to confess to a little mid-week OWOP ennui.
*Adopt conspiratorial whisper* “Shall we just slip into a little pair of cotton trousers? It’s so beautifully, joyously SPRING outside.”
“No, you can’t. You promised yourself that you would follow through with OWOP.”
” But the only dress that’s truly appropriate for work is Audrey and Audrey’s made from some unidentified man-made black material.”
“You’ll think of something.”