Conversations with Jessie

Let me just set the scene for you.

My sister, my mom and I are taking an areobics class and yes I realize that it is 2006 and not 1984. Anyway, compared to the relaxing semester of yoga we finished in May, this is pretty intense.

So, we are in the middle of these incredibly painful crunches that involve our legs being straight up in the air and reaching up, oppisite hand to foot, back and forth, back and forth. My body is on fire, I am sweating like pig, and I feel like I have the endurace of someone in their 70's. I glance over at Jessie with a look which is trying to convey, "Help me. I am going to die." My sister responds to my non-verbal cry for help with this:

Jessie: I feel like mexican food right now.
Me:(panting) What?!?!
Jessie: I don't know. Right now I just really feel like some chicken tacos.

A pearl of wisdom

I have recently come to the conclusion that I am not the only person on the planet who cannot wear the only jeans that are ever on sale at the Gap.

The reality is the only jeans that are ever on sale at the Gap are the ultra-low-rise-my-ass-is-showing kind and most of the population cannot look good in them anyway and that my friends, is why there are racks and racks of them.

It is not just me, but everyone rather.

At least that is what I am going to keep telling myself after I try those damn things on and put them right back on the "go-back" table every single time I go in that store.