My Closet is Depressing
I organized my closet this weekend because I was so tired of not being able to find any pants that fit me. So I pulled all of my clothes out of my closet and put all my pants on one rack and all my shirts on another. You know what I discovered? I have a shit-ton (my new favorite word, care of Julie at Momspective) of pants. Thirty to be exact. And that doesn't count what's in the laundry room downstairs.
And do you know how many fit me? About five. Yep. Five. You know what that means? I have a shit-ton (there it is again) of pants that I need to squeeze my fat ass into.
So I can either start getting my money's worth out of my gym membershit (yes, I know it's spelled wrong; I did it on purpose), get my poop in a group and join Wii Mommies or invest in a really good girdle. I'm thinking that last one isn't such a good idea.
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