Crazy 8's

So, 8 has always been a lucky number for me. Actually, I have no idea if that has any basis whatsoever in reality; what I should say is that I have always fancied the idea that 8 might be a lucky number for me, since there are so many of them in my birthday. 8-28-81, born at 8:08 am, in room something-oh-eight. Today, a miracle occurred. I fit my booty into a size 8 pair of jeans. And comfortably too. I had a 10 on, and consulted Nik on the size, and she said, "Dude, they're too big." The natural skeptic in me emerged, "They can't be too big, they're a ten." To which Nik sighed in mild frustration, (you know the kind of sigh you get from a friend when you are complaining about how you are too fat/thin/tall/short/stupid/ugly, or have weird feet/bad hair/weak nails/[ ] -- it was that sigh) and then she disappeared from the fitting rooms only to return toting two pairs of size 8 jeans in her arms.

Unfolding them with immense doubt, I was fully expecting not to be able to fit them over my thighs, because, being the deliciously curvy gal that I have always been, I often have trouble with jeans in that area. Yet they met the thighs and kept on going, at which point I fully expected to be unable to zip them up. Somehow they zipped up no problem, and there I stood in the first pair of size 8 pants I've been able to get into since I was 19. That's almost 5 years people. I had to try the second pair just to make sure it wasn't a fluke, and those fit too. And then I got to buy a $58 pair of jeans for $20 because I work at the Gap. And to think I've been thinking of quitting. All told, not a bad way to end a rough week.

Although I will say that in spite of my alternate rage and sadness, I am a person who believes in second chances when asked for. And when a boy I love apologizes and says, "Will you be my girl again?" by a campfire that lights up his blue eyes like none I have ever seen, it's impossible for me to say no. So I said yes, and maybe you're thinking I'm silly for risking my heart again, but life is about risks, especially if it's a risk you take in order to try to get something amazing. Plus, who the hell does he think he's messing with anyways? I am from Southfield. He knows I will key his car and slash all four of his tires if he breaks my heart again. (So, so, so kidding on that one!) And then my Daddy threw in a death threat, just for posterity. (Still kidding, but not quite as much....) Ha ha ha!