Given the emotional upheaval of the past few months, I’ve lost a great deal of weight and as a result, I’ve been forced to engage in my least favorite activity – clothes shopping. In my world, this is on par with suffering through a root canal. But my old pants were sliding down my hips, and despite my reluctance to buy anything while in transition, I had to suck it up and pick up a couple of things. The most significant item was a brand new pair of jeans purchased a few weeks ago, the likes of which I have not indulged dropping coin on in YEARS.
Basically, I bought the jeans because they fit, were on sale, and I was in a hurry. Labels mean nothing to me, so I did not take note of what I was trying on or what I eventually bought.
Let’s face it. Sometimes the universe has a warped sense of humour.
And no, this is not an inside joke (seriously: see recent posts). Even if it were: the punchline will be located on my ass for the foreseeable future.
Bottom line? Ha! Literally. Fidelity remains an important theme in my life.