Sometimes I really wish I didn't tell you guys everything.
This is the one thing I'd like to keep a secret in my life, but I can't; I have a deal with all of you.
You would think that my husband's affair or my anti-depressant use or my children screaming "vagina" and "penis" in public might be the things I want to keep private.
Not so much.
So here it is...
I bought new jeans the other day. Rather, I HAD to buy new jeans the other day.
I'm 5'1" tall and I've worn a size O or a 2 most of my adult life, but these jeans are a size...not 0 or 2.
I don't know what happened. The whole thing is perplexing to me. I guess the dryer is too hot and it shrank all my jeans.
Or maybe something else is the culprit.