Something just dawned on me.
**Cue celestial music**
I rifled through my mailbox yesterday, standing in the hall, like I always do. I pulled out the obvious advertisements and marketing come-on’s, and stuffed them in the recycling bin conveniently placed right next to me, just like clockwork. Better than having to haul that paper up the stairs so I can toss it in the comfort of my apartment.
Well, yesterday, one of the things I pitched was an advertisement for Catherines. It’s a clothing boutique-y place in this area that caters to ‘women of size.’
Last time I was in Catherines, in January (I got a gift card), I couldn’t find a thing that fit me. I ended up getting some socks. Since then, I’ve been tossing the brightly-colored light cardstock in the recycling without noticing anything other than the name.
In short…I’ve shrunk myself straight outta the woman’s equivalent of ‘Big & Tall’ stores.
YEA, ME!!! All praises to Ketosis!
Sorry, Catherine(s)…It’s not you…it’s me. The magic just isn’t there anymore…
**should I send flowers?**
The Tempest and the Teapot 