sisterhood of the tan pants

last night at dinner with friends the conversation went to clothes...and the dismay over favorite pants that don't fit...did the cleaners shrink the pants?...would they shrink them if i cheated on them and took up with another dry cleaner?...was it the winter?...age?...the case of pinot and cookies?...i laughed inside...because this seems to be a ying yang constant for me...my body is wreaking havoc on my soul...and self image...the scale is up and down faster than the latest roller coaster...the fine art of camouflage is useless in summer...i give up...and so back to dinner...there is shorthand that exists between dear friends...the shared angst of aging parents...and the emptiness for parents who are gone...the worry over children and nieces and nephews...what kind of world are we handing over to them...and the disbelief over how much time has gone by...how many shared meals and stories...and as i thought about this only one thing remained...fuck the pants...i don't care what size they are as long as these "mamashanas" will be there...and as long as we can bitch and laugh together...there will always be this sisterhood...searching for the perfect tan pants!