Talk about the holiday blues! This morning I got out of the shower and grabbed one of my favorite pairs of jeans from my closet. I went to put them on and they were a little more difficult to get over my thighs. As I started wriggling and pulling, I thought "I am going to kill my friend Tali who made those EVIL pretzel-Hershey kisses-M&Ms things. I ate a whole bunch of them and now my jeans don't fit!"
Then rrrippppp went the belt loop as I tried desperately to get the jeans over my hips.
SHIT. Not good.
I look down at the jeans. How could this be? Yes, they DID fit me last week.
Then I looked again.
They were my son's jeans. My eleven-year-old son's jeans.
First, but probably not the last, time that will happen. And perhaps soon they will even fit me!