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Time to Hang Up Your Shorts

This morning, as I was getting dressed in my typical workout garb, I heard a not-so-friendly noise as I pulled my shorts over my hips.

It was the wretched tear of an old, dried-out elastic waistband stretching for the last time. 

I'm not sure why it made me so sad; I have about 5 pair of these shorts in varying colors. Hey, when something fits and doesn't chafe, ride-up, or bunch, why not?

OOOH! Coffee!

You would have thought I had told him I was going to a concert or water park or a hot new restaurant instead of a local coffee shop with our son.

Truth be told, he has every right to be happy about me getting out of the house, and I do, too.