Liminal
I'm losing weight. Slowly but surely. I've had a lot of crime to fight lately, so I've been getting that extra exercise in.
Problem is, I don't have a properly fitting pair of britches, anymore.
Some are too big.
Some are too small.
I belong to neither group. I'm a man without acountry properly fitting pair of pants.
The shorts fit just fine, though. That's good.
Tomorrow is the First. I dress like I'm nine years old, and the First of April means it's officially BST Shorts-Wearing Season. (Lasts from April to Thanksgiving). Mark your calendars.
I'm losing weight. Slowly but surely. I've had a lot of crime to fight lately, so I've been getting that extra exercise in.
Problem is, I don't have a properly fitting pair of britches, anymore.
Some are too big.
Some are too small.
I belong to neither group. I'm a man without a
The shorts fit just fine, though. That's good.
Tomorrow is the First. I dress like I'm nine years old, and the First of April means it's officially BST Shorts-Wearing Season. (Lasts from April to Thanksgiving). Mark your calendars.
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