I recently had a job interview at the local hospital pharmacy. I was recommended by an employee, so it wasn't a job i had sought and prepared myself for, but I felt that the Lord was giving me an opportunity in one way or another, so I applied. As we are living out of boxes right now, I didn't have anything appropriate to wear, so I went shopping. Skinny girls like me rely on the breadth of shopping available in larger towns to find something that fits properly. There is no breadth here in A-town. There is Maurice's, Stage, little locally-owned cowgirl stores, and Wal-Mart. I ended up at Wal-Mart. In the children's department. I had to buy a pair of pants designed to fit a ten-year-old girl. Good news: I got a pair of suitable trousers. Bad news: I deprived a child of pants. Do note that these pants are about six inches too short and would be better labeled as "capris" on me.
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So we really need to hang out and catch up. House, job, my goodness.
And seriously, you're just as funny on here as IRL. Which means you should totally be posting more than once a month.
Bridget
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