The Target fitting room attendant, as she handed me a plastic number: "Okay. Good luck."
She said it with a straight face, like it was business as usual. Apparently, my mission, should I choose to accept it, is to fit into the pants I was trying on. (They were awesome pants, by the way.)
I was so at Target yesterday trying on black skinnys. With no luck. Still looking. I'm thinking about trying leatherish looking ones?
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DeleteDo it! The ones I was trying were a happy medium I think...