7 Days: Day 5 - Rushing Around Like a Fool, with my pants on the ground

It's rainy and glum outside right now.  I have a killer headache and a lot to get done today, and tonight before we head out of town for a delightful family filled four day weekend in Madison.  I am absolutely looking forward to it.

In an effort to cram in as many errands as possible in a short amount of time, I stopped to buy some pants over my lunch hour.  I do not really like shopping.  I like to walk into the perfect store, select the exact item I came in for, buy it and walk out the door. This rarely occurs. Today I tried on 8 pairs of pants in 8 minutes.  And two problems presented themselves.  One, I'm between sizes.  Two, I'm tall.  Now neither one of these things is a surprise.  I've lost enough weight that my current pants are looking a little floaty and drapey, ok, just saggy.  That's great.  I'm down a full size at least, but things just fit differently, and nothing quite worked, either extreme-panty-line tight in the butt and perfect in the legs, or perfect in the hips and ridiculously sausage-casingy in the thighs.  And then the tallness.  I've been tall for a long time, about 6' since 7-8th grade, and I usually have no problem nowadays finding the right length, but I found two pair of tall pants today, and they were both silver.  Really, silver?  Who wears silver pants?  And I don't mean a bright gray, I'm talking shiny, pinstripe silver.

So the pants shopping was a bust.  I ran home, let the dog out in the rain, scarfed down some chicken salad and crackers, snapped a quick picture, ran back to the office, meeting, meeting, work, work, work, photo upload, three minute blog and here we are.