March 16, 2007
I was going to write something today about stocking up on Girl Scout cookies, since it's the time of year for them to sell. Maybe I could make a half a dozen boxes last a few months, instead of barely making it to the next purchase.
But instead I'm going to tell you why I need to buy new clothes this weekend. We had a bunch of stuff delivered to the office yesterday, and I was helping to move stuff out of the way as the delivery guy moved it off the dolly. I was even lifting properly, squatting down and lifting with my legs.
I didn't actually hear a rip, but things did get roomier all of a sudden. Checking later on when I got home, the fabric gave way instead of the seam. Completely unrepairable, they have to be replaced. And this is after losing 20 pounds.
