I'm not exactly clear on how my pants are supposed to stay up when my waist is bigger than my hips. Pregnant-lady-half-elastic helps, and so does a belt, but when I'm carrying a carload of packages and trying not to bump my belly on my rearview mirror, I can't help but wonder why there isn't a better solution than putting everything down and hiking up my jeans for the fifth time since I left the mall.
Beerbellies of the world, how do you manage?
My reunion was Friday night. I can safely say, even in retrospect, that the years I spent in high school were, in fact, not the best years of my life. They don't even make the top ten. Clearly, there were some for whom those years were neither awkward nor beatable. I still hate those people.
With few exceptions, the people who were lovely and kind and wonderful at sixteen are still so, and thanks to them, I had a pretty decent time, then and now.
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