The Irony Drips…

So I find something I like, right? I check the length–it’ll fit my big neck. [18.5″, if you must know.]

I get to the car. The chain has no clasp, and it won’t get over my big head. [Size 7 3/4, if you must know.]

I got a large laugh about that, and it’s hanging on my old chain until I can find a new one. I’ll do that on the way to Amy and Jeff’s house for dinner tonight.

Yes, this makes me laugh and not cry. I realize that I’m starting, slowly to turn it around. I’ll keep turning.