CUTE NARRATIVE! HAD TO GIVE AWAY MY HIGH SCHOOL GYM BLUE AND WHITE SPEEDO, EVENTUALLY!
I inch open the middle drawer of my bureau . . . the one sandwiched between the one that holds my long sleeved t-shirts and the other that contains my jeans. The time has come. I procrastinate long enough.
“After Valentine’s Day,” I had said to myself leaving an open-ended loophole.
Trinidads tasted. Roses wilted. Middle drawer closed.
“When the snow melts,” I had stalled.
Chili con carne consumed. Snow shovels stored. Middle drawer shut.
“Definitely for Daylight Savings Time,” I had resolved.
Sunday time was up- literally.
Now, I had to open the middle drawer, the scary drawer, the one that stores my neatly folded shorts. The shorts that fit in September before exchanging them for warmer wear. The ones that (fingers crossed) still fit after enjoying Valentine Trinidads paired with winter Malbecs and chili washed down with seasonal stouts.
Size is not my goal.
Garment manufacturers calculate shorts’…
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