We’re a nerdy bunch in the Law Office.  Mark rushed into my office yesterday to show off what his new PDF program could do.  “Look!” he said like a kid with a new toy.  He had a whole presentation with print outs.  

The day before I squealed with delight when telling him about my new teeny tiny notebooks and teeny tiny pens that could finally fit into my teeny tiny women’s clothing pockets.  Which of course led to a whole discussion on pockets and pocket size.  Turns out, his wife has the same complaints.  

My son and I have this discussion often.  I complain about women’s pocket sizes, and he brags about his.  Yesterday he demonstrated how he could fill his one pocket with a honeybun, a Twinkie, an apple danish, and some cinnamon roll type of thing.  Let’s ignore the fact that my son feels the need to fill his pockets with junk food for a second and admire the depth of a man’s pocket.  

Why aren’t women’s clothes made like this?  It’s not just pockets either.  Women’s clothes are sized all wrong too.  I wonder what it would take to start my own line of clothing…. 

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