Well, I was half way into them. The kids sitting on my bed laughing their heads off at my jumping and tugging and dancing. Finally, after I started sweating, I mentally checked them off the wardrobe list. (You know once you start to sweat, you may as well call it quits...tight denim doesn't budge on sweaty legs. Nope. Not an inch.) Just then, Phil walks into the room. Looks at my still opened fly. My sweaty forehead. And maybe my muffin-top-behind in the mirror. And he gave me the smile. (He couldn't laugh like the kids...that would be a deadly move;) But I saw his grin. And, instead of just walk away and chalk it up to a monumental shrink job in the dryer, I decided to do the unthinkable. I breathed deeply and got those babies up. (He eventually joined in the laughing...I did, too. It was really an awful thing to watch.) They hurt the heck out of my hips. I'm sure there are seam marks in my thighs. Oh, and I'm still sitting here. Stuck in these horrible cropped jeans. I fear I may have to wear them all weekend. It's the only time in my life I am actually hoping my pants split down the backside:). At least I could get free then:). I feel like a shrink wrapped burrito.
What's the one thing you'd love to fit in again??...If I could only pick one, it would be my seventh grade school shoes. Clear plastic shoes with black toes and heels. Whatever color socks I wore-- that was my shoe color! Oh, and they had glow-in-the-dark soles. Looking back, I'm not sure if I was the ultimate fashion faux pas or the coolest geek ever;). Either way, I wish I still had them! So, come on...don't be shy...what's the piece you miss the most? It can't be any worse than clear saddle shoes...or jeans that need to be surgically removed:).