Well last night I said to Donna that I did not have a clue what to write for my column today. That was last night!!!!

Today is a different story and as is customary in real life things tend to happen  without being planned. 

A couple of weeks ago I had asked hubby to go through his closets and dresser  drawers and get rid of things that did not fit anymore. He mumbled that everything he  had fit perfectly. Of course as the wise wife I knew better cause I am the one that has watched the dear soul grow up over the last 5 years that we have been together. So I  reminded him a few days ago that I was still waiting on his castoffs. He again mumbled that he could not figure out why I continued to bug him to clean things out because everything still fit fine. 

I proceeded to my sewing basket and pulled out my cloth measuring tape and said  "Strip to your drawers Mr. ".  Grumbling the whole time he did just that and I  proceeded to measure his chest-- waist--hips and thighs (gotta love those thighs). I discovered his chest had grown -- his waist had grown--his hips had grown and his thighs had grown.  Gee whiz I already knew all this in the first place!!!!!

Without further ado I wrote the size changes on a piece of paper and handed it to him and toddled off to my computer to play. Nothing more was said.

This morning I heard him call my name while I was having a wonderful conversation with Curious on my computer and lo and behold he had an armful of clothes. I did not smile -- nope nope I did not !!!  (a good wife never smiles when she is proven to be right because that reminds hubby once again that he is wrong)

I nicely took the armful of clothes which were piled higher then my head and set them on the table. In this pile I found amazing things. A sock or two with holes in them (gee who will I pass those on to I wonder?) about 9 pair of socks that were in perfect shape - About 10 t-shirts and about 12 pair of pants.  Amazingly there were 3 pair of bluejeans still in the original plastic bag they came, in complete with the price tags still on them and a pair of corduroy pants with price tags still on them and 2 pair of dress pants with tags still on them--also there were other pants that had been worn once upon a time.

Why were there pants with price tags on them you ask? Well my hubby has a shopping problem and when he buys something instead of only buying one or two he has to buy 5 or 10. It does not matter that you can only wear one pair at a time. (I am a firm believer that no one needs more than about 6 pair of good pants in the closet at one time - good heavens I do laundry every single day so there is rarely enough dirty clothes at one time for anyone to run out ) 

The bigger surprise to him was that the pants were all size 38 waist and for some unknown reason that he seems to still not have discovered, they would not fit his now 44 inch waist!!!! (gee who would have guessed) 

The t-shirts that were a large would not fit his upper body that now wears an extra large t-shirt (goodness another amazing discovery-his story is that over time the wash shrinks things - giggle  ) 

The socks no longer fit because his legs swell now from water build up (humm somehow this one went over my head but it is his story so we is gonna believe him right? )

I looked at him and said "Is this all? What about the shirts in your closet?" Hubby thinks for a second and says "You mean they will not fit me either?" 

Well the stunned look on his face and those blue eyes looking at me over his 
glasses caused me to start giggling so hard as I explained to him that "No dear some of them will not fit".

Now I do not mean to imply that hubby is anything but a reasonably intelligent man but for some reason he seems totally baffled that clothes just do not fit the same way forever. He seems to have forgotten that with age creeping up on us (he is nearing 60) along with health changes, things do not fit the same forever and that includes our once petite size in his and in my case.

As hubby went off to ponder why I was going to give away perfectly good clothing when those clothes would have done him for a few more years (although they do not fit and are never worn and sit lonesome in a dresser drawer awaiting a proper owner who will share their body with them.) I went off the other way making a mental note to myself to be sure to clean hubby's dresser drawers and closet the first chance I had when he was out of the house. I am sure I will discover a few more items that the washer has shrunk to add to the pile he gave me already.  heehehehehehee 

until next time, 
hugs
Misker