So I had a bit of cash for my birthday. I was looking for a pair of boots for sometime and not having much luck. Then I wandered past a leather shop. I was lured in by the smell. For years I've looked for a leather jacket without success. To be big enough to zip up around...erm..."the girls" the jackets always had sleeves that dragged on the ground. To get the sleeves to fit, other parts of anatomy were smashed beyond comfort, if contained at all. I tried one on and had similar problems. As I was taking it off, somewhat dejectedly, a petite sales girl handed me another in a different style without me even asking for one. I slid it on and it fit beautifully...and it was soft as butter....ooooh, it felt goooood. Yeah, this was MY jacket. I told the sales girl she was very good and congratulated her on the sale. Hey, I fought cancer. I run two libraries with essentially no help. I kick butt and take names when I get the job done. I thought I should look a little badass while doing it, right?