Sometime between the end of last spring and the beginning of this fall, someone snuck into my closet and shrunk all my jeans. I tried to convince my husband that we had a problem with the dryer, but since all of his jeans still fit, it was a hard sell. Without thinking it through, he scoffed and suggested that maybe it wasn't the jeans — maybe it was me. "Are you saying I got FAT?" I demanded."What? No. Never," he said, backing out of the room like he'd stepped on a sleeping rattlesnake. [...]
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