Sew What?

In the summer, all I wear are Capris and tank tops. It's 114 degrees at my day job and I have my basic collection of ratty tanks.

For the first time in over 2 years, I shopped for new Capris. I had only 2 pair for the previous 2 years. They're pretty worn out.

I found some a good enough price and they are a little big, but I have a sewing machine.

It took me a little more than 2 hours to hem 2 pair of Capris.

I measure. I measure again. Wait, that's off a bit....I measure again. "Seven and a half....and two lines. ....Three and one fourth and three lines...." I mutter.

"Three-eigths, five-eights!" Shawn hollers. "Jeeze, do I need to sit you down and teach you this before you sound like a complete idiot in front of others?"

"You did already once!! I wrote it down and I forgot already. That's why my teacher passed me in Algebra when I shoulda failed!" We were both laughing about it.

Seriously, I am just that bad at math. So what? Shawn can't spell to save his life. So what if he can just glance at a measuring tape and belt out whatever eights or sixteenths it is. I count the lines. And I have better grammar. So there.

"Good thing you didn't set out to be a carpenter," Shawn says. Why would I want to be a carpenter when pressed saw dust is readily and cheaply packaged as computer desks and book cases?