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Too Close For Comfort

Depressing: Def., "Realizing that you and your Dearly Beloved are entirely to close to wearing the same pant size.

Case in point - Hero Guy came 'har har-ing' out of the bedroom relating that he had accidentally been wearing a pair of my jeans for the last 15 minutes. He wondered why they felt so weird (translated - TIGHT) until he took them off and inspected the tag. He gloated that at least he knows he can fit into a Ladies Size ___ (you really think I'm going to tell you the number?!).

My Observations:
1) He had a MONSTER wedgie, so the jeans were entirely too small for him.
2) They are my "fat" jeans, a size bigger than what I actually wear, but I just like the broken-in feeling of them. Or the roominess or something.
3) They were the stretchy kind of jeans, so an elephant could have painted itself into them.
4) What's he bragging about having a girlish figure for anyway? Not very macho if you ask me.

Hmph.
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Anonymous said…
I am LAUGHING TOOOO HARD! That is SO funny!!!
11/05/2006 3:07 PM
Anonymous said…
just not the man i used to know.
11/05/2006 4:20 PM
Anonymous said…
JenLo - thank you for sharing. I needed a good laugh this afternoon - especially you point 4 :)
11/05/2006 6:45 PM
Unknown said…
What can I say; I look each and every day for your blog to come to bloggerville. Sometimes I have to check back to see where the heck you are... Well this blog was well worth the wait. You guys are so hilarious and this I got ta say made my day. :o) hee...hee... hee...
11/05/2006 8:34 PM
Laurie said…
Baaahahahhahahhahahahha! Heee Baahahahahhahahha! Okay, so I did not, NOT (choke, Snort!) need THAT picture of my daughter's Sunday School teacher in my head! Baaaahahahhahahahhahahhahahahah!
11/06/2006 9:08 AM
PandaMom said…
Since you do kickboxing I am sure that no matter your "size" jeans, you are one rockin' mama! Look at what I posted on your "crack" post.....; )
11/06/2006 8:01 PM
Anonymous said…
reminds me of a moment we had while visiting Pam's family over a holiday. With a house full of mixed company sprawled everywhere I felt the need to throw on my trousers for my 3:00 am dance to the water closet. In the midst of my mad dash I realized things didn't feel right. That's when I noticed I was wearing Pam's jean skirt. In her defense it was very tight.
totally agree with Thad, we need pictures of Hero Guy in other than hero moments...
TC
11/06/2006 9:27 PM
Anonymous said…
My stomach still hurts. Tell him the trick to avoiding that HUGE wedgie is to wear a thong..(Then again, maybe you DON'T want to tell him that)

Fortunately, I don't wear Mossy Oak Camo, Carrharts, Nomex, or Wranglers, so I think my jeans are safe.(whew!)
11/07/2006 1:35 AM
Anonymous said…
just last week at church, i was telling john that adam would not wear the pair of levi jeans i had bought for him. (adam thought levi jeans were for just for girls.) i said, "if mr. john wears levis, that proves they are not just for girls." there goes my creditability...
donna s.
11/07/2006 8:25 AM
Anonymous said…
oops...credibility. :)
donna s.
11/07/2006 9:08 PM
Mary Ellen said…
What is it with you Brown girls and your husbands and their putting on your jeans!?!?! I recall Amy telling a very similar story. Might want to keep an eye on those two.....
11/08/2006 4:22 PM
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