Golden Apple

*Shoes, Jeans*

By 7pm you can almost always find me braless, in my sweats, lying on the couch eating popcorn. Last Tuesday at 8:15, Kevin said he needed to go to the mall to pick up a video game he'd pre-ordered. I grumbled, rolled off the couch, and threw on a hoodie and some flip-flops.

Typically when I look and feel that gross I don't want to shop, but as I was picking the popcorn kernels out of my teeth I spotted Francesca's. I only had 15 minutes until closing. Braless and shameless, I whirled around the store and found this apple-print top. I held it up and asked Kevin, "How you like them apples?" He approved, of both the pun and the shirt.