Tomorrow, using my last Personal Leave day, I'm headed to a small town in Saskatchewan. Champ is getting married. To JB even! Who wudda thunk it? *grins* So, I'm going to spend most of the day driving into Saskatchewan (really, who goes there???), meet up with Rocko, Bo Beri, and a few other University friends, watch the funeral...er, "marriage ceremony" on Saturday, drink, and drive back to my humble abode on Sunday. This place is so small, it has one motel called, coincidently, The Motel. *grins* I can't wait!

But, back to my rant. I am not a small girl. Yes, I hear the sarcasm escaping your lips when you say "Oh reeeeeeeeeally?". Especially since I've gained a size since I have returned to my place of birth. Damn Reese Peanut Butter Cups... *shakes fist* Anywho, I'm in drastic need of new clothes. I was also thinking of maybe some summertime PJs as well. Whenever I had a clothing whim (that means, have money in order to even fathom the idea of new clothes) in my old city, I had a variety of stores to pick from. Here, there is Wal-Mart. We have other "trendier" places, but:
1. I don't want to spend $100 on a Eminem shirt *rolls eyes*
2. Not my size anyway

So, the majority of the clothes here do not fit me. I waddle my arse to the "Plus Section" which should read "Suck up your pride, you fat lard" (which we have a whole two racks) ...
.... and everything is too big. Dagnamit! I just don't want to be the first nekkid teacher in this town. Is that too much to ask???

I guess I have to continually wash the few bits and pieces that are still presentable, and wait till I get back to my old city at the end of the month for my Daddy's birthday. *pouts*