I’ve been living out of my suitcase since I got back from Chicago because I can’t be bothered to unpack. I rummaged to the bottom to find something clean and, lo and behold, I had my daisy dukes left. Thank goodness!
There was a slight problem however. Either I’ve gotten fat or, WHAT HAS HAPPENED?! WHY CAN’T I BUTTON MY PANTS!
Oh yeah. DUH. They were dried in an American dryer which shrinks everything causing you to have a panic attack every week when you don’t fit into your clothes.
Not to fret, I’m pulling the pregnant lady trick: hair band over the button and through the loop until they stretch out a bit. Phew.
