My buddy Miss T, or Jane as I’ve once called her, sent me this article that I read this morning from The New York Times (via fark.com perhaps?):
Miss T has a way of bringing a smile to my face despite my harshest resistance sometimes.
The article made my wheels spin. I wondered how long or even if I could accomplish the task at hand myself! You see, I’m barely 5’1. Short of (pun intended) committing my life to alterations, I am on a constant quest to find ways to make my clothes fit immediately after purchase. Instead of wondering any longer, I turned on the bath, hopped in and soaked with my jeans on, just as the mustached man had suggested. Oops! I forgot to take off my underwear first (if I was even supposed to)!
After the bath, I ran downstairs in my drippy jeans and told The Hubs that I had to keep the jeans on until they dried to ensure the most proper fit. If he didn’t think I was crazy enough yet (which I’m certain he does), I asked him to make a bet with me on how long he thought they would take to dry. His guess: 1.5 hours. My bet: 3.5 hours. We’ll see…!