They give yoga pants a bad name

I walked into a Starbucks today for the first time in forever. Nothing has changed. Why do I do this to myself?

The Detective and The Case of the Missing Lol

Ladies, I have a question. When did the world run out of pants for women? I mean they still have some right? You know, the kind with buttons, zippers, and pockets? Or were they outlawed and I missed the memo?

I don’t hate yoga pants. I really don’t. I won’t let my daughter wear them but that’s me. I just find it strange that I am pretty sure that every women I have ever seen in yoga pants probably doesn’t do yoga. They just wear the yoga pants. Seriously, what’s wrong with real pants?

There are these 4 ladies that come in to one of the Starbucks I frequent always wearing yoga pants. They are usually together with at the most one of them missing. They are all in their late 20’s or early 30’s, all very pretty, and none of them do yoga (they look too damn stuffy and…

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Coffee with Dad

Happy Father’s day to all you dads out there.

The Detective and The Case of the Missing Lol

I saw my dad yesterday. I saw him walking downtown on Main Street in McAllen. He had on his khaki pants and a dark blue shirt on with the “Rodriguez Auto Accessories” emblem on it. He was wrapped a thin light brown jacket and walked with his hands in his pants pocket like he always did on cold days. I called out to him but he didn’t hear me. I wanted to tell him to zip up his jacket because it was a cold day and mom would always get mad at both of us when we didn’t close up our jackets in this weather. I knew it was him. I recognized his full head of white hair, his glasses, and that walk. He would kind of kick out his left leg a bit when he was in a hurry.

It surprised me when he walked past the auto part…

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