"Funeral Garb"

Guten Tag! Or, as Pinky would put it ZOIT!
Today, as I was thumbing through my closet in the dark at 4:30 a.m., I found my way to what was clean (& polished) - a black suit ensemble. Perfect, I thought. Now, if I fit into the pants it will be golden! (Still going through weird body morphing syndrome post-partum, dubbed WBMS for later posting!) So, after I showered, I tried on my outfit - and, success! So, I continued getting ready, with a half smile on my face - and headed off to work. It was there, walking through the warehouse they call a "professional work environment" that a co-worker put an end to my state of wardrobe elation. "Hey Lydia" she politely greeted me, followed by, "why the funeral garb today?" Alas, my elation lasted only half the day as a realized that my "funeral" suit was a bit too formal for my position - I am, a lowly peon...working in a basement, and apparently, business casual means something different than a clean black suit. I suppose that black doesn't equal a post partum body victory celebration - does it?

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