Waisted

Its 5:30 am and Matt is coming shortly to join me in my regular 4.06 mile run. Not 4 miles. 4.06 miles. On Monday of this week, Sherry bought me a couple pairs of new pants for my birthday. She called me at the office and I confirmed, 38 x 32. Problem is that when I got home and tried them on . . . yeah, too tight. No way am I giving in and exchanging them for 40's instead of 38's. I'm not going to waist my life any more!