My size four dress pants laughed at me, and suggested I call their friend, size six. Or maybe their cousin, size eight.

Since the last time I wore dress pants was a year ago, at trial, and I was the thinnest I’ve ever been due to stress and anxiety, I’ll just let those pants go and start with new ones…

We will just call them my happy pants. Yeah, that’s the ticket. I’m gonna buy me some happy pants and put them on.