As I put my shorts on this morning (hehehe enjoying winter, North Americans?), I remembered trying to talk my mom into letting me wear shorts when I was in 1st or 2nd grade, and she always said it had to be such-and-such degrees in the morning, and I would check but it didn't happen until the second to last day of school. And I was always cold, but darn it, I was wearing my new shorts!
Today, I am sick of pants. Until recently, I was too lazy to take my Christmas pants to the dry cleaner to be repaired, so I had been wearing the same pairs for 3 or so weeks. Just depressing. So today it is shorts, and the shorts confirmed my sneaking suspicion that I had lost weight, what with falling off my hips.
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