I bought a new pair of jeans while we were in the States, and I officially think I might like them too much.
My first hint was that for two weeks straight I wore them four of five days to work. It doesn’t help that every time I wear them someone says it looks like I’ve lost weight.
…Take into consideration that the Karen comment on weight most every time they see you. I just prefer to be told I’m getting skinnier rather than fatter; particularly if the comment will be made either way.
But when do you like a pair of jeans too much?
Twice now, we have been riding the motorbike when Stephen will swerve to avoid a dog or someone will jump out in front of us–not uncommon, mind you–and my first thought will be something along the lines of: “Oh, please don’t wreck: I don’t want a hole in these jeans!”
Maybe I need to sort some priorities.