shirts that don't fit
Want to know what I learned this week? Clothes shopping stinks. It's right up there with car shopping only it's not that difficult to wrangle myself out of a car.
Take a shirt for example.
I pick out a size, hold it up, and figure no problem, it'll fit. I take said item to the dressing room, slide it on, and then realize my mistake when I go to take it off.
It's like an anaconda.
I'm fighting with it, huffing and puffing... dripping sweat because I don't want to bust a seam. Finally, I manage to yank the thing off and send up silent prayers of thanks that, it is in fact, still in one piece and I don't need traction. Well, I say that, but I am sore later.
What a crazy week, and it's only going to get worse. I haven't started packing for my conference yet. Oh, did I tell you I'm going to a writer's conference the end of this month? Well, I am. It's in Kansas City. I've never been there. Have you? What places must I see? What restaurant must I check out? Email me and let me know. :)
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