Like toilet paper on a shoe, someone should really tell you when you have a size sticker on your new pants. Obviously I forgot to remove it. If it said size two or four, I’d walk around proud as hell. I might even rip it off my bottom and put it on my forehead. But really – a size 12 sticker still hanging around? Not sure anyone would be showing that off with pride. Is there really a need for those stickers anyway? I know it makes it easier to find your size when clothes are folded on display but it is too risky expose such potentially sensitive information. We, women should just be able to cut the size tag out of the inside of our pants so that we can claim to be whatever size we want. Just like when we lie about our age, weight, hair color and bra size. We even alter the length of our hair and eyelashes with extensions. Wow - when I write it like that, it is so clear that we are manipulative little creatures. But hey - if we get away with it - why not?! Oh BTW - I am 33, a real blonde and a 38C. Yup. That's me.
Collection of comic strips that illustrate the madness of my life - career, marriage, motherhood...me!
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