I was trying to buy a jacket online. (a "professor" jacket that looks professional and stuff.)
I've lost a good deal of weight in the last year and I'm kind of between sizes right now, so I wasn't sure what size I should order. Well, there was a size chart, so I clicked on it. It gave different body measurements and what size they corresponded to. So I got out my tape measure.
According to this chart, though:
my bust is a size 4. my hips are a size 10. my waist is a size 16. my inseam is not usually manufactured. (35," if you're wondering. yeah. I'm six feet tall.)
is that everyone asks you, "are you sure you're not pregnant?"
and when you say, "yeah, I'm sure," they just give you a funny look and say, "but are you really sure?"
and then you have to explain to them that while stomach flu feels exactly the same as pregnancy, pregnancy only causes massive amounts of vomit, not full on bowel explosions of the other kind.
and then people look at you funny because you were just talking about the subtle difference between vomit-flu and diarrhea flu?
and then you freak out inside because are you really sure that pregnancy doesn't cause diarrhea? Like, really, really sure? and you look around all frantic for someone to ask.
and then you go to the dollar store to buy a pregnancy test because you're too cheap to buy a real one. but when it's negative, you freak out again because, I mean, you only paid a dollar for it! how can you be sure it's accurate?!
that is the annoying thing about having stomach flu.
The author of my favorite book ever--The Newbury winner, A Wrinkle in Time--died yesterday. You can read about it here.
One of the things this article mentions that I've always loved about Madeleine is that in answer to the question of why we tell stories, she says that “It does indeed have something to do with faith. Faith that the universe has meaning, that our little human lives are not irrelevant, that what we choose or say or do matters, matters cosmically.”