Choob

So, this isn't especially deep or thought provoking, but whatever. Today I wore one of my favorite skirts of all time that I've had since I was about 17. $5 on sale at the Limited, still a favorite after almost 7 years, you really would have a hard time beating that. The only difference between now and then, however, is that back in high school, it used to sort of tend to sink down onto my hips and was a touch too big and now, well... I'll admit I wore it today with the side zipper zipped a little bit down. My shirt more than covered it, though. And really, who gives? I think at other times in my life this would have disturbed me more, and honestly, some days when a particular piece of clothing doesn't fit like it used to, it can make me a little cranky, but usually its because I really liked that white lacey skirt and it was going to be perfect to wear to Laurie's wedding and I had to go and pick out a whole new outfit. But, on the whole, we grow and change and that's just life. What am I going to do, throw up? I don't think so. Besides, I hadn't discovered beer yet back in high school. Not going to apologize for that.