Pecked by Ducks

So I know I have mentioned this recently. And I know I have tweeted this recently. Possibly a lot. But…

tights suck.

No, I mean they really suck! They are either too short in the crotch so you walk around all day with the waistband precariously perched at the top of your bumcrack feeling like Charlie Chaplin or a baby with a loaded diaper… OR… they are so tall that you could tuck the waistband into your bra and if you don’t (tuck them into your bra I mean) they roll down creating that lovely round padded visible panty waist line. Or you pull too hard and they run or you put a toenail through or they bunch creating uneven tone coverage or they’re too tight and you can’t breathe.

Why? Whhhh hhhhh hhhhh yyyyy?

Why do I suffer these devices of torture? Why do I buy more in the vain hope that this time they won’t suck? Why can’t someone, somewhere, engineer a pair of snug leg coverings that look nice with skirts that don’t SUUUUUUCK! Arrrrrrrgggggg!

Okay. I’m done.

For today.

Hopefully.