|More complicated than they look|
THOSE jeans. I love them. Just pull 'em on and run out the door - no struggling with the zipper, no trying to hide an unsightly bulge above the waistband. LOVE. THEM.
So! Thursday we had ice skating in the morning, plus I had my weekly walk date with a friend beforehand. I got up early, showered, pulled my jeans on over my exercise pants (because it is still REALLY COLD around here), and away I went. Walked 2 1/2 miles with my friend, threw the girls in the car, got to the skating rink, chatted with various people there and knitted while the girls skated for 2 hours, and then returned home, where Rachel discovered during lunch that her 2 upper molars were too loose to allow her to eat without bleeding.
Yum. Kids always make mealtime so darn pleasant.
So we dashed to the dentist (whom I love, because they can fit us in like that) and it was there, in the pediatric dentist's waiting room, that I noticed what I should have noticed, oh, 7 hours earlier, BEFORE I started parading around in public.
I leaned over and whispered to Rachel, "I have a problem."
Her eyes narrowed. "What?" she whispered back.
"My pants. They're backwards."
That poor girl took one glance down at my thighs, where my rear pockets were staring straight up at me (as they had been ALL MORNING), and cracked up. Thanks, honey.
So I am not sure whether this is simply another positive attribute of these jeans (so comfortable, you can wear them backwards and forwards!) or an indicator that I am fast slipping into dementia. Not only that, but the dementia is SO OBVIOUS that none of the friends/acquaintances I ran into all morning bothered to comment on my apparent wardrobe malfunction.
Or maybe it's both, right? With JAG jeans, you can really rock that senile, overweight look you swore you would never have. At a store near you...
[Jeans image: Zappos]