Pretty, pretty girl.

This morning I rolled out of bed, started doing bills, started cleaning, all the usual things. I see Chris staring at me. I'm like, "Whatttt?"
Chris, "Why the fuck do you wear your sweatpants so high?
Me, "Why do you always start with me? I fucking don't..."

Chris, "Yes, you do. What is wrong with you? Get the camera & stand there."

I comply.

This is what follows:

 

 

 

I just lost on so many levels.

Maybe a little insight on why I don't get laid?
1. Sweatpants are indeed high.
2. I am in fact wearing a pregnancy bellyband as a tubetop.
3. He is actually being forgiving when he calls me, "Ugly as dick" in the morning.