#There's so many fine women

This morning I woke up.

Stretched.

Showered.

Shaved.

Brushed hair and teeth.

Put my party pants on.

Tomorrow night is the birthday of one of the sweetest, cutest, most loving girls I know. Which = party time. I'm so excited to go dancing with my ladies that I put my party pants on well in advance.

Pants are not cool. Unless they are party pants. Then they are supa cool.

So let's go husband hunting. With our party pants on.