This morning I mistakenly put on my skinny jeans. I have two pair that are similar. One is the kind of jeans you where when you are having a good ass day (or maybe they give you a good ass day...hard to tell). The other is the kind you wear when you want to be comfortable. Not "fat" jeans exactly. They are a bit big and they stretch but they don't look too baggie. So in the darkness and grogginess of the morning I put on my skinny ones think they were my comfy ones.
When I buttoned them up I thought they were kind-of tight and worried that my comfy jeans had now become my skinny jeans and my skinny leans were a distant memory. And while I am relieved to learn that I have not outgrown my comfy jeans (yet) I am so very uncomfortable.
I had to unbutton them this afternoon. You know, being Friday and hardly anyone around...Oh those famous last words of mine. A colleague came into my office and I agreed to go to their office to meet about some budget items I had requested. He stood up to leave and motioned for me to lead the way. Then I realized that my pants were unbuttoned and if I stood up I'd reveal my embarrassing wardrobe predicament.
And so I asked them to go ahead without me becasue I had to button my pants. Yes, I did. Partly becasue I am a blurter. Partly becasue I thought it was funny. Mostly becasue I am a dork.