A Friday the 13th MYSTERY

Something mysterious has happened. Something completely inexplicable. Something so unfathomable that I would rather it not be explained.

I own a magical pair of jeans. Yup. You read that right, magical. Actually it may be the "traveling pants." They are perfect. Long and Leans from The Gap. Pre-pregnancy jeans. In fact the last jeans I ever bought while working at The Gap. And they fit. Like a glove. And I am talking perfectly. And they are a six. Yes, I said a 6.

So why is it that the jeans I am wearing today that are TWO sizes bigger are so uncomfortably tight that I am sure I will have the "button" mark on my belly when I take them off? No I am not talking obscene tight where you can't look away because you are sure there may be some kind of explosion, but definitely tight. *sigh*

And for the record, I do know that I do not actually own the real traveling pants as something magical is supposed to happen when you wear them. That would mean something magical would happen every single day...huh.