My wonderful mother has passed down many a trait to me: her hotness, her driven spirit, her amazing capacity for productivity, her prayerful spirit... crap, I am thinking of one of my other sisters. I can really only hope that God will grant that I turn out even a tiny bit like my mother and I think I will be set for eternity because she is simply amazing.
However! There are a few things about my mom that she apologizes to her daughters frequently for passing down: her frequent migraines, sickness during pregnancies, sinus issues, and as I lay in bed for hours last night wondering why on God's green earth my body would not let me pass from the awake state to the glorious state of slumber I realized that my dearest mother has indeed passed on to me one of these less-than-desirable things: occasional insomnia. (Incidentally my sleep deprived self has been been slapping well rested
self across the face repeatedly today for the post I wrote yesterday.)
Anyways, once it came to me that my dear mother is often dealing with this sort of thing I decided that it could all just be genetics (as this is definitely not the first time and surely not the last time the insomnia bug has struck me) and could not get the phrase "insomnia genes" out of my head. Which then led me to wonder if there is some brand of denim out there called "insomnia jeans", which then led to me obsessing over a pair of jeans that are in my closet that I never ever wear but that I could certainly alter and wear all the time. I was THISCLOSE to fixing them right then at 1 on the morning, but I resisted the urge.
So naturally in my sleep deprived stupor this afternoon I went ahead and got to it.
Here be the jeans before the scissors:
After, on my way out to my semi-professional desk job, aka, my porch: