My Pants

In January I had the opportunity to spend a day with my sister Jennie. We had so much fun shopping for post baby clothes for me as well as going out to eat. One thing I did buy that day was a pair of pants from Old Navy. A few days later I put them on and went about my day. I had already thrown out the receipt, knowing that I was satisfied with them, so I thought. As I was wearing them I began to smell a very bad odor. At first I thought it was my breath but I still couldn't figure out where it was coming from. Soon my nose followed the smell down toward my feet. I smelled the ends of my pants and wanted to gag. They smelled like a dead animal. I took them off and had Gus smell them. He even agreed that it smelled horrible. So naturally I became upset that I wasted my money on them.

The other day my mom suggested to me that I try to take back the pants even though I threw out the receipt. I was hesitant to do so but I decided to give it a try. So today I went to take them back. I first prayed that God would allow me to get my money's worth instead of having to keep some smelly pants that I will never wear. I spoke to the manager and he was nice enough to let me exchange them. I was so happy and I was even able to get a different size and type of pants that fit me best, considering that a nursing mother continues to loose weight, which I had since January. God is always good!