Pants

Today my pants fit.

And not even my old throw-them-in-the-back-of-the-closet-'cause-those-will-never-fit-again pants.  Although I did just recently try on a couple of those, and waddya know, they fit these days.  Excuse me while dance a silent jig.  And I'm not just talking about my ol' standby regular pants either.  Those pants have become increasingly too big over the past few weeks.  At first, it was just a little wiggle room here and there, but eventually I began to notice that I had to constantly tug on the waist to keep them from falling.  (If you've ever been a sign language interpreter standing at the front of a college classroom, you'll know how far from ideal that type of situation can become.)  When even my skinny jeans became baggy, I knew it was time.

Under normal circumstances, this would have been a celebratory event.  Mandatory shopping because my pants were too big?  Delightful.  But seeing as how funds have been low recently, I put it off for as long as possible.  This weekend, I made a brief trip out to score some work slacks--wait, did I really just use the word slacks?!  Ew.  Anyway, work pants and a couple of pairs of jeans.

As it turned out, I came home with a pair black work pants identical to a pair I already own and love.  Strike that.  Used to love, before they started falling down.  But, I discovered, this new pair has one advantage.  A different size.

And even better:  they fit.