Look in your area for a shop that does ready-to-wear clothing alterations. Sometimes dry cleaners will offer those services. Altering a dress shirt to fit you better is a relatively inexpensive service and then you don’t have to worry about this anymore. As a 6’ tall woman, this is literally one of the reasons I learned to sew.

I did this. I’m starting in my final semester this fall, after going back for my degree at 38 and 8 years experience in my field. For my field, “testing out” wasn’t an actual test, it was displaying to the professor that I could show that I had done work very similar to the curriculum for that class and could speak the jargon of my field. They only let me out of a couple requirements though, and only made it so that I didn’t have to take those classes, no credit was given to me. Mostly, my experience has led to me having a serious foot up in a lot of my classes and being able to act as an unofficial TA in some of the hands on classes. And for the classes I really should have been allowed to test out of, I still generally learned enough new material to consider it worth my time and money.

One of the skills my dad taught me that I’ve been the most grateful for over the years that is generally considered a "male "skill is to take things apart and use tools to fix them. My dad has two daughters, so he showed us how to do the stuff he loved. Power tools, electrical work, not being afraid to take out the screw and see how it works and if you can fix it. Not as many things are simply mechanical as they were in the 90’s, but it taught me to be curious and unafraid of exploration and capable in a way that continually surprises the people around me.

We have Alfred and Mrs. Doubtfire.

A real Jewish-style everything bagel, chive cream cheese, lox, more lox, tomato, sweet raw onion, cucumber, open- faced. Don’t have to worry about your breath if it’s your last meal!

Paul Simon, Crazy Love. The line is “sad as a lonely, little wrinkled balloon.” Even as a kid, I always found that image so evocative.

I want to agree with you, but I think the minimum number of ingredients has to be three. Otherwise, the unbelievably sad bowl of iceberg lettuce and Italian dressing that was served to me would qualify as a salad and I simply cannot allow that to be.