Well, I should have known something was wrong this morning when I couldn’t button my collar. But it was early and my brain doesn’t process at that time.
I could have realized it when I was driving and my sleeves didn’t reach my wrists, but I was trying to get around the stupid people.
I felt so fat all day. Sucking in my gut,
smoothing out my tie, pulling my suit coat shut.
So when I got home and looked at the shirt, I realized it was Dave’s. Yep… Two sizes too small. I’M NOT FAT! I hate when the dry cleaning isn’t organized.
To celebrate my non-fatness, I enjoyed a piece of chocolate. The pooch thought he should have a treat too.