When I was a young child I was very thin...oh those were the days. To eat what you wanted to eat without any fear of gaining an ounce was how my life used to be many moons ago.

Now I am truly convinced that all I have to do is look at a piece of cake or pie and by some magical, scientific law that I haven't yet figured out, it gravitates right to my rear or thighs.



This past week, I told Micheline that we needed to go get in the car to take her brother to speech, and she headed off for her bedroom. When she came back out, I was distracted gathering books and my purse, yet when I looked at her, something just didn't look quite right. I asked her to pull her shirt up a bit and it was then that I discovered she had slipped her jeans on backwards. For your viewing pleasure, I have posted the front and back views of her with her pants on backwards. Wouldn't it be nice to have such a small backside that you could just pull your pants on backwards and not even be the least bit uncomfortable?