The Way The Cookie Crumbles

I ripped my pants. And not in that funny ‘bend over and whoops’ kinda way. I was taking the laundry out of the washing machine and I fell over. Okay that was kinda funny, but not the ripping part. The pants got caught on something; I have yet to figure out what.

They were my only good Jeans. Once I’ve found a good pair of jeans, I am sticking to it. If it is broken I’ll get it fixed. It is way beyond fixing now. I think. I took it to a tailor and we’ll see. But in the mean time I was jean-less. Which means I had to go out in my over sized Jeans that slowly crawl down my big ‘ol ass if I don’t hoist it up every 10 seconds. With this heat? Not funny. Not in the slightest. I really did feel like I was melting. Ya could have just scooped me up from the floor.

So I went to town and went to Ulla Popken which is a fabulous store for big girls like myself. A wonderful lady helped me search through a whole heap of pants.  What I really wanted was my old Jeans, but the ones I got now will do just fine. The lady was absolutely wonderful, but she kept whispering. Ya do not have to whisper. I’m in a big women’s clothing store. No shame. But other then that she was an absolute doll. I found two pair of Jeans that fit quite nicely and I can flip over the bottom part and make it shorter for the warmer weather. Was not that pricey either. Got some new underwear as well. Everything was half off. I love summer sales.

Usually I feel guilty about buying new clothes because money is so low. Not this time. Everything was on sale and I actually needed the new pair of pants. I just wished I had saved those coupons. But then I wouldn’t have had those new pair of shirts. Doesn’t matter either way. I got new clothes, they fit and I didn’t have to feel guilty about it.

Oh, and I bought some much needed hay for the bunny.