For a long, long time, two pairs of jeans were on a hanger in my bedroom. Though they were on the hanger together, they were lonely because no one wore them. One pair was plain blue denim, and the other pair was blue-and-white striped.
I kept them hanging on my bedroom door because, in spite of their loneliness, I was determined to bring them back to life. You see, they had gotten to be too tight for me to wear. I hadn't worn them in at least five years.
I've continued my high protein diet and steady weight loss. So last weekend, it suddenly occurred to me that I should try on the jeans. The plain blue ones fit perfectly. The striped pair was a little too big, but not noticeably so.
When I found out that these jeans fit, I did a happy dance all over the house. I also took a whole big bunch of my too-large-for-me clothes to Goodwill.
I'm not going to tell you what size these jeans are. I'll just telling these size-eight yellow jeans not to go anywhere, because I'm a-comin' to gitcha.
Infinities of love,