I was having an especially crappy morning, the type of morning during which if some well-meaning coworker had wished me a Happy Friday, I would’ve stuck a fork in their eye. I now have to go fully horizontal on my bed to put my tights on that cover my maternity Spanx shorts. The one, and perhaps only, reason I am grateful to be delivering in late July is that my days of tights are almost ever. When I got to work, cranky and tired and my sinuses hurting, my patient husband sent me this image. Thanks, buddy!