I’m starting to notice a pattern. If you buy one thing, anything, out of a catalog you start to get them in your mailbox until they are coming out of your ears. Nowadays I keep getting the clothing ads for plus size women. Now that’s a blow to your ego if ever I saw one. And what I hate most is that they are selling pants for women sizes 18 to 28 and the girls in the photos look like they’ve never eaten an Oreo in their lives. Am I supposed to believe those sea breeze blue drawstring pants are going to look like that on me? Please. If the great big cropped pants with the giant flowered long T-shirt isn’t enough to lure me in, today’s new catalog arrival actually included queen size sheets and mattress toppers “great for plus-sized people.” Now, what the hell does that mean? Don’t get me wrong. I’ve all but given in to wearing elastic waist pants 24/7. I remember the days when they were only for sleeping. Sigh. I...
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