There is no Banana Republic Here

It's no secret - I'm not built like the typical Asian woman. I'm a little bit curvier than most of them, which makes it a little bit tougher to find clothes that fit right. That being said, it is also no secret that I am sort of a slob (and kind of klutzy). I didn't bring much with me over here, and in less than two months I have managed to ruin both of the plain black t-shirts that I brought. I didn't think I would have a problem finding a new one, but no such luck. Bfaw (best friend at work - even though she is no longer 'at work' with me, she will always be bfaw) has been putting together a package to send me (I love love love mail!) so I asked if she wouldn't mind throwing in a couple of replacement tee's. She said no problem and headed off to the mall with another buddy from work. I got an email from her later telling me that not only did they find the shirts, but that they were, get this, made in Singapore. Heh. Glad I could liberate them from the United States and bring them back to their homeland.