Normally, when I've actually thought ahead enough to do my laundry with time to spare, I try to hang dry my pants. I've never enjoyed that first wearing after pants have gone through the dryer...you know, when the heat has shrunk them just enough to make them slightly uncomfortable and not terribly flattering? So last night, when J accidentally put my pants in the dryer, I rushed to their rescue and hung them up while they were still damp, and I was all proud of myself, thinking how my pants would fit just. perfectly.
Except a hour into work today, I realized I was pulling my pants up every two steps, the butt was far too baggy to be flattering, and for maybe the first time ever, I was wishing I had worn a belt. just the cherry on top of an awesome, awesome day.
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