My (skin tight) pants came back from the tailor on Monday. Looks like I'm going to have to go back and ask the tailor to let them out a little. I don't want to look like I've been poured into my clothes, for goodness sake.
I'm having fantasies about Dunkin' Donuts. Nothing scandalous; I could just really go for a small box of donut holes and a large, jump-in-and-swim-around-in-it, cup of iced coffee.