Just for fun today, I tried on the dress I wore to my high school graduation to see if it still fit. When I first wore it, it was a little snug. Six years (and two days, this Monday) and almost 50 pounds later, not only does it fit, but it looks GOOD. Thought I'd share my "feel good" moment of the day.
This reminds me of the time a friend of mine fit into her only pair of size one jeans for the first time in two years. She was happier than a man frying bacon.
A man recieving bacon. Frying it includes hot oil jumping onto every patch of exposed skin when the bacon is being flipped.
Implying that the tiny, brief twinge of pain from the hot oil isn't the most exhilarating feeling in the kitchen.
