Sans-A-Who?

I have a morning routine for a reason. My mind often runs in three different directions at the same time. A set routine increases the likelihood that everything I have to do before I leave for work gets done. That includes getting dressed.

Somewhere between putting Logan in the utility room, watching the Sports Center update on A-Rod's slump, and finding a shirt with the fewest wrinkles, I forgot to put on a belt. I haven't left the house belt-less since before I was a teenager.

Luckily, I'm not concerned about undue exposure since the pants fit fine with or without a belt.

I just like how a belt feels around my waist.

I don't like how this feels.