Size 16

For the rest of my days, I will forever be confused about clothes sizes. When I went home in early June, my mom gave me this great skirt, size 16. Needless to say, I couldn't wear it when I tried it on, couldn't even zip it up. Today, while going through my stacks upon stacks of clothes trying to figure out what the hell to take on my trip, I decided to try on the skirt. Why, oh, why does it fit now, barely, but if I had my Spanx on, it would have been snug, but wearable? Size 16. Yeah, right. I wear like a size 22 in jeans, why the disparity? Ugh. I wish there was some consistency, but I guess that is too much to hope for. It's a very pretty fall/winter skirt and I really like it a lot and I am very much happy that I can probably wear it with confidence come Thanksgiving time.

Anyway, I am working on my 2nd load of laundry, already went shopping and got my supplies and now I have a couple hours worth of work to do before the morning. I still have to do my hair and pack, so I am looking at maybe getting in around 6 hours worth of sleep I think if I decide not to head into the office tomorrow, 2-4 if I decided to go in. We'll see.