unitard.

Dave and I watched the movie "Forgetting Sarah Marshall" the other evening and were laughing at his unitard. They are pretty ridiculous looking, yet there is just something about them.

That evening when I was getting ready for bed I put on some warm fuzzy black pants that my neighbor loaned me. I was very surprised that they were fitted and stretchy. But they were comfy and warm so I went with it. I followed that up with one of my favorite black double layer tops.

Dave walked in just about then and thought I was wearing... yep, you guessed it, a unitard! I thought it was funny. So much so that I wore it in the morning to drop Zane off at school.

I also then vowed to get Dave in a unitard sometime soon! OOH Baby!