Upon returning from taking the dogs out in -2 degree weather…
Me: I am so in love with Land’s End right now. The only part of me that’s cold is the only part of me that isn’t wearing something from Land’s End.
Al: Your heart?
Aw. Happy fucking Valentine’s Day.
More importantly, the only actually cold part of me (other than some exposed face) was my calves, which were only covered by Target sweatpants. Other than that, I was wearing:
If I’d been wearing the pants that go with the hoodie instead of the thin Target ones, I could have had a damn picnic out there.
(Also, I looked super hot, as you can imagine.)
I want to have 10,000 of Land’s End’s warm, functional, unattractive babies right now.