“One advantage of talking to yourself is that you know at least somebody’s listening.” ~Franklin P. Jones
So I’ve been waiting for that feeling of “funny” to roll back around…I just haven’t felt too funny lately. I’m chalking it up to all the 8th grade homework I’ve been straining my brain with. That will suck the funny right out of you, let me tell ya!
But today, I have had some of the funny return to me…or maybe it was a moment of “kay-ray-zay”. Perhaps I’ve finally crossed that looney threshold…I’m not sure. [For those of you who don’t know, “kay-ray-zay” is Jacob-speak for “really really crazy”. Oh, how that boy tickles me!]
Imagine this…after an hour of Zumba (SO FUN!! I love this class!) and a half hour of Bosu (this kicked my butt–but I think I’ll go back) at my local YMCA, I went to visit Kohl’s (a.k.a. my favorite store). I always feel really motivated and inspired after a great workout. I was really only looking for some new underdrawers, but as always, I like to browse around. You never know what you’re going to find on the 80%-off-final-clearance rack! Suddenly, I saw these pants. NOT on the 80%-off-final-clearance rack. Now I looked at those pants, and they were the size that I used to be when I was in prime WW condition…and I’ll just be honest, they were a size 10. How many women do you know will share THAT kind of information??! Feel privileged, people! What I’m NOT going to say is my current size <wink>, but anyhoo…
I saw these size ten pants and, I must confess, I spoke TO the pants. Out. Loud. In the Kohl’s. I gently grasped those pants at each hip and said, “I’m coming back to you, size 10s! I’m coming back!!” They were some really cute brown pants. Cute clothing will drive you to some strange behavior.
So my life has come to this. I am relegated to talking to pants now. So pathetic. But, man oh man, do I ever want to be back in my size 10s, y’all! They are just collecting dust in my closet. SIGH.
I coming back, size 10s!!! I’m coming back!