Hold on there for a second. Who's wearing pants again? Not me! Yes me. You might think me Emersonian, saying I abhor pants-wearing, and then next thing you know, you get two consecutive posts of me wearing leg-splitters* (see previous post for clarification) But I have a legit excuse: I had to carry a watermelon.
My husband and I are obsessed with the watermelon we've been getting from our local farmers' market, and we wake up as early as we can so we can get a good melon to last us the week. Since the market is only a block away from our house, we like to hoof it even though that may mean we get all sweaty and tired from carrying all our produce.
I got charged with carrying the gigantic watermelon (which I expertly passed off to my husband using my "I'm adorable, I dressed up like a fox today" technique) so I had to wear pants since, you know, skirts and dresses hike up when you're lifting stuff. Plus, really, have you ever seen a fox in a dress?