Blue jeans

The only hitch in this week with Mike was a trip to buy jeans.

I tried on several pair, nothing fitting--and he proceeded to bring me jeans in a size 14.  "I don't wear 14!" I insisted vehemently.  "I've never worn a size 14."

But much to my dismay, the jeans he brought me fit--and I wound up buying three pair in the "wrong" size.  When I got home, I took a sneak peak at the only jeans I'd had until that purchase--and much to my surprise, the number on the tag said 14.

When I told Kate about my size struggle, she said, "Oh, you should have called me!  I knew you were a size 14.  You've never been a 12~"

Sometimes your closest friends know the truth about you-- long before you're ready to admit it.