My Big Fat Sweatshirt

I have this sweatshirt that I borrowed from my sister's house one day. It was actually her husband's sweatshirt and he's a 6+ foot-tall logger. Needless to say the thing is gigantic and SSSOOO comfortable. However, my husband thinks it's ridiculous and picks on me but I have a very justifiable reason for wearing it.

Let me explain: I'm a newly-wed and am blessed with a job that I started as an intern in my senior year of college in January 2009. My husband just graduated in December so he's still on the job hunt (anyone looking for a Health Physicist?? . . .Anyone?) We're currently renting a house that uses gas to heat the house, oven, and my stove. Long story short . . .our gas bill is through the roof so we keep the thermostat on 62. Winter 2010 + Florence, SC = COLDEST WINTER we've had in a long time.

Below is a picture of me and my beloved sweatshirt. I cook in it. I bake in it. I clean the house in it.



Criticize all you want hunny, I'm not freezing my bazooka just to look cutsie in the kitchen! lol