I have two pants and a few tops that fit me. I keep alternating them. I'm bored with them. Hubby wants me to dress a little nicer. I guess he's tired of the butch look. I need new clothes while I try to melt this blub away. Only problem is, I HATE TO SHOP!
I know, I know. I'm a woman and should be genetically programmed to shop but truly, I abhor it. There's nothing worse than going into a store and seeing all that stuff. I get so turned off. The thought of looking at clothes and trying them on makes me anxious.
I want someone to give me a pile of clothes and say "Here, these will look great on you and make you appear to be wearing a size 2". Life would be grand.
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