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eirenical...it's time for a weight loss update. ^_^
I wore my sister's size 10 Tommy Hilfigger jeans today... and I needed a belt. O_O
Yeah. I got nothin' else. That's pretty much says it all. ^___________^
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Oh, wait. I lied. One other thing. ^_^ I just inherited about 15 shirts, just as many dresses, 5-6 pairs of pants, 10 or so skirts and a few coats/jackets out of my mother's old wardrobe from the 60s. The shirts are all I've had time to try on and wash so far. Most of them fit and they come just to my belt and a few even leave a little skin showing... and I'm OK with it. O_O A few others need to be tucked in and I'm OK with that, too. Who am I? @_@;;;
My mom has taken to calling me "her little hippie" or just greeting me by her name when she sees me in one of her shirts. ^_________________^ Sign of the times, man. Not only does that not bother me, but it gives me a happy, squirmy feeling when she calls me her name. I must be getting older. ^_^
Another fun moment? I was trying on the shirts and some of them are... *coughs* ...a little more see-through than is appropriate for polite company. I looked at my mom and said, "I'm assuming you wore a camisole or something under this...?" My mom frowned, tipped her head to the side as she was thinking and finally gave me this sheepish little smile and said, "Actually... no. I don't think I did." XD I love my mom. *_* ^_^ *_*
I wore my sister's size 10 Tommy Hilfigger jeans today... and I needed a belt. O_O
Yeah. I got nothin' else. That's pretty much says it all. ^___________^
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...
Oh, wait. I lied. One other thing. ^_^ I just inherited about 15 shirts, just as many dresses, 5-6 pairs of pants, 10 or so skirts and a few coats/jackets out of my mother's old wardrobe from the 60s. The shirts are all I've had time to try on and wash so far. Most of them fit and they come just to my belt and a few even leave a little skin showing... and I'm OK with it. O_O A few others need to be tucked in and I'm OK with that, too. Who am I? @_@;;;
My mom has taken to calling me "her little hippie" or just greeting me by her name when she sees me in one of her shirts. ^_________________^ Sign of the times, man. Not only does that not bother me, but it gives me a happy, squirmy feeling when she calls me her name. I must be getting older. ^_^
Another fun moment? I was trying on the shirts and some of them are... *coughs* ...a little more see-through than is appropriate for polite company. I looked at my mom and said, "I'm assuming you wore a camisole or something under this...?" My mom frowned, tipped her head to the side as she was thinking and finally gave me this sheepish little smile and said, "Actually... no. I don't think I did." XD I love my mom. *_* ^_^ *_*
