It was made of some sort of soft, silky, devil fabric...

I had my last lupron depot shot, yesterday. YAY!! After my doctor's visit, I decided to go desk shopping. I've had my eye on one, but we would like it better if it were an espresso color. Well actually, it comes in this neat green color (which I love) but Alex doesn't like it, so we're still shopping. :) Anywho, I went to several places but no luck, yet, on a desk.

Then I made the mistake of going into Ann Taylor Loft. Right now, this is about the only place that has clothes that fit my body, so I'm in their store, quite often. I found a couple of shirts to try on and of course, the sales girl finds an insane amount of things for me to try on, as well. She just kept grabbing items and adding them to my pile. I know they are taught to do this, because I worked in retail a whole 2 days. Anywho, she brings me this top and it's super cute. I try it on and it looks and fits really nice...UNTIL...I decide to take it off. It was as if the blouse got angry with me for wanting to remove it from my body. The sleeves began to shrink and tighten on my arms to where I couldn't pull the shirt over my head. At one point, I looked in the mirror and said out loud, "don't panic." I tried to remove it and the sleeves just wouldn't budge. This blouse was made of some sort of silky, soft, devil fabric. I was getting desperate and was thinking to myself, "you have two choices...have them cut it off your body or tell them you love it so much, you want to wear it out of the store." I finally decided to place my head between my legs and put my arms completely over my head and slowly pull the blouse off. After the 4th attempt and so many knots in my shoulders, I could barely walk...it worked. If Ann Taylor Loft had cameras in their dressing rooms, they would (not only get sued) but would get hours of entertainment, because I guarantee, I'm not the only fat-armed girl that has tried on that shirt.

Good times.