had to pick up my refill at the corner pharmacy on Tuesday. Mrs. Alvarez behind the counter asked if I was still doing okay, and I told her the only side effect was a sudden urge to try on dresses I used to avoid.
Then I ducked into the little boutique next door while my husband browsed the hardware store. I grabbed a size 16 because that's what I wore to my cousin's wedding two summers ago, and it hung on me like a pillowcase.
The owner laughed and handed me a 12, which zipped without a fight. I stood there grinning like a goof.
Insurance still makes me call every third month to explain why I need it, which is its own comedy. But that zipper was a nice little Tuesday win.
Anyone else have a fitting room moment that caught them off guard?