The incredible shrinking waistline does not lend itself well to jeans. But I like wearing jeans. I like having the pockets to put things in, especially since a purse is a double hindrance when I’m hauling children. I like being able to carry my PDA around with me, ready and at-hand whenever I need access to my memory. But because I can’t afford to by jeans every month, and I threw out all my fat clothes, I’m needing to make my pants last longer. Hence, the belt.
It’s just raining teeth here. Tamara lost her second tooth this week. The tooth fairy is now taking donations to cover her increased expenditures.