Tonight, not having any family at home, I decided to go shopping after work. I knew I only had an hour to drive to the mall, shop like mad and come home, but hey — these are the few perks I get from Maya withdrawal. So, I got in my Volvo station wagon, used up a fair bit of fossil fuel, parked and went inside the mall. I wandered around, checking out what I thought was Abercrombie & Fitch, but was actually Abercrombie & Fitch kids. Aside from the horror that children would need artfully ripped and expensive clothes I was relieved to find that the sizes were actually children’s sizes. I had picked up a pair of size 14 jeans and they looked like they might fit on my arm, if I pulled hard. I was starting to hyperventilate when it hit me — it’s a girl’s size 14. Whew!
