Halfway there...

Once upon a time, there was a gamer. She liked all sorts of games, board games, video games, and role-playing games included. That girl had a set of gaming dice. The set was gold and sparkly. She loved them. Unfortunately, due to time and other excuses, she had to stop playing role-playing games with her friends. She put her dice into a ziploc bag on her dresser, and there they sat, forelornly. Occasionally she would find them while cleaning up or getting something else, and she'd roll one or two for old time's sake, and she would tell herself, "I need to find a gaming group." But it wouldn't happen.

Years passed. One day at work, she spied a group of co-workers in a conference room after the office had closed. She poked her head in. They were playing Dungeons and Dragons. A spark was lit. The following day, she asked about the game, and received awesome news. They had just started, and needed someone to fill a hole in the group. She went home and began crafting her character. (Her old character was lost to history.) A gnome sorceress. Short, low-level, and wary of strangers, but smart as a whip. Finally, after a few weeks, she was able to join the campaign. She did the finishing touches to her character, and gave it to the Dungeon Master.

The day of the game was normal, although she was forgetful. She'd left her wallet at home that day, and had to rush home in the middle of the day to get it, so she could go to the gym (she needed her gym card). As she was at home, she also realized, she hadn't gotten out her dice! Ooops. She went to her bedroom and looked on her dresser. No dice. (hehe) A couple of boxes where she stored stuff near her dresser. Still not found. She was panicking now. Finally, she opened a larger box in her room to look for them.

She did not find her dice that day. But she found something better.

A lone pair of jeans, size 18, were in the box, with several t-shirts she packed away when she got too large to wear them. She left them on her bed. She was running out of time, and places to look, so she finally gave up on her search for dice. She stopped at a comic book shop on her way to the gym and picked out a pair of purple dice. They'd work. (and they did.) Game night was fun, and rocks didn't fall.

The following day, she pulled on the pair of jeans, and they were awesome. Not too baggy. She didn't even need her belt, although she wore it anyway to carry her Leatherman. She would probably not find a pair of 16s anywhere in the house (maybe a box or two in the garage) and she had no idea how old these were (and therefore how long it had been since she fit into them) but dang it, she was rockin those jeans! 77 pounds down.