About 2 years ago I found the most perfect fitting underwear and bras. I go every 6 months or so and restock, update my undie drawer. Good things don’t last forever. I was there last week armed with a great coupon. In this store, you don’t get to start digging for your size…the sales ladies take care of it for you.
I told my helper what style undie I needed and which colors.
She asked: “small?”
I said “no”…she then said: “ok, medium.”
I said, “actually, I wear a large in these.”
She laughed and said: “I don’t even wear a large!”
I thought: wow. She IS larger than me…I guess I am wearing big girl pants now?
Then I wondered, If I am a size 6…then who is wearing the small size?
There should be a law that the song Manic Monday (The Bangles) can ONLY be played/heard on Monday’s.
Will you sign the petition?
The Other Thing:
I make up songs all the time. I start with an original song and then change the words to suit me, ‘cause I am crafty like that.
Lately the song I sing while cleaning out the cat box area is: Rock the CATBOX!!
If The Clash only knew what I did to their song…