I’m Doing a Non-Scale Victory Dance in my Office Chair!
I work across the street from the Macy’s. So, after having given away all my pants at the request of friends, co-workers and Whitney Houston who informed me that crack is, indeed whack and no one needs to see me hike up my pants every 5 minutes—I decided to forgo yoga today and walk across the street to see if they were having any good deals.
So, I’m in the dressing room with a pair of size 14 pants. I try them on—holy cow, these are tight! I managed to button them, and I could bend, but there was no way I would buy a pair of pants where you could see the outline of my ovaries!
I sigh and take off the pants, only to discover that the outside label said 14—but they were, in fact…wait for it…….
size 10!
I looked like a backup singer in a Blondie video but damnit, they buttoned up.
BTW, the pants I did want were not on sale and mama don’t pay retail for nothin!
