Hey, Rath! You survived Sunday!
You wouldn't know the owner of these pants, would you?
Nope.
And yes, I did survive, with the help of a pistol named Julie White and a certain Boston detective.
They appear to be traveling...
*phones the Sisterhood*
Me too!! Wanna have a 'tini after work, Roffle?
La la la laaaa.
Shesh. I don't even own a pair of pants - what size are they?
On second thought - forget it. If after 38 years I have gone without owning/wearing pants, I doubt I'll start now.
Seriously, Radi, stop flirting with me.
*pictures RG bouncing happily around in a flowy peasant skirt with a knotted, belled satin cord around the hips*
Rath. Right. If I stop flirting with you I'm damned and doomed if I do...
Jaily-- yes a few of those...some jeans, but the vast majority of my wardrobe are shorts and dresses..being 5'2 and 100 pounds with long legs...I've discovered that pants seriously don't fit me with significant alterations.
Try being 5'1" with short legs! Now, because kids are getting taller than they used to be, I can't even wear children's pants anymore. EVERYTHING is too long.
"being...100 pounds"
RUB IT IN, why don't you?!? GOD!!!! *scream-cries hysterically and flings self dramatically upon bed whilst beating the mattress with fists and feet and wailing histrionically*
Jaily, relax. Those six pounds will melt off in no time!
Oh friggin relax Jaily -- I am just skinny and flat chested, fortunately a respectable ass makes up for the top.
Rath...yup, I tried the kids sizes too -- they never quite fit right.
I used to be able to wear them, but recently, when I was in Mass., I went to a Limited Too and found a great pair for work.
They were ridiculously long. I have no hope left.
hehehe that's Flipper's favorite store EVER.
you guys need to make you own clothes ala Little Edie.
That will happen the day I move back in with my mother.
Wait a sec! In all the excitement of part 6 I never asked you how your date went?
Right.
The day I sew or cook a proper meal (with general exception to holidays, which I only volunteer for every 5 years) -- is the day I run to the Doctor and demand they find the brain tumor-- which would be the only plausible explanation.
Aww, poor Rathy. It's not so fun on the opposite side of the spectrum either. For some reason the people who make pants don't believe that there are fat AND tall people. And size over 40 doesn't have an inseam past thirty. , Unlike you two ladies, I don't mind making my own clothes. Or cooking.
soapguy, you are a brave, brave soul.
Sewing and I... not so much. as for cooking -- well, I dread the trip into the kitchen for more than a cup of coffee.
I just looooooove to cook! RG, when you visit, I'll whip you up a special little something
I love cooking. But, I could see how anyone with children would dread it. As for the sewing thing. I think alterations are fun. I haven't tried the actual putting together of clothes yet.
I'll hold you to that Jaily!
Remember poor activist..need all the free meals in NYC I can get, oh and don't forget, I'm a vegetarian.
It's really not as bad as all that...in fact before the divorce I cooked quite a bit and kind of enjoyed it...at first I was just to busy to spend more than 20 minutes getting something put together, now, well I don't know, the kids don't care much as long as they get fed something and with their varied schedules they all eat at different times anyway.
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