You know… the ones that make my ass look fabulous. There is (almost) no better feeling than running into an old colleague you haven’t seen in several years when you look good. Really good. Like, “I’ve had a kid, have a job, a life and LOOK HOW FABULOUS MY ASS LOOKS IN THESE JEANS” kind of moment.
The ex-colleague? Notsomuch.
I am so going to hell. Me and my good-ass jeans.