Today with a pep in my step, I bounced up the stairs carrying the laundry. As I went up, my pants fell down - all the way down - around my ankles.
"AAAAAAHHHHH!!!! Yes!!!!! I am getting skinny! I am getting skinny!" I thought. I must clarify that "skinny" to this Armenian girl means a size 10 or 12.
Now, is it worth mentioning that I just had the stomach flu for the past 24 hrs? I think not. My pants don't fit & that is reason to celebrate.
Is it also worth mentioning that my pants had this label? Yeah, probably.
No matter. I would still like to thank God and the stomach flu for small victories. Now, if I can just get the stomach flu once a month or so, I might get back into my pre-pregnancy pants. See ya later folks - I'm off to lick carts at Wal-Mart.