Clay and I have been hunting for new jeans to replace the two pairs of shredded fabric he’s been wearing around for the past couple of months. I took the advice of a friend who is married to a tall skinny guy and I drug Clay to The Buckle. I haven’t shopped in that store since I was a teenager. I think I know why too $$$$$$! Every store in town had amazing post Christmas sales except The Buckle and my guess is that they know we needed their jeans.
WE ARE SUCKERS!
Now Clay owns two pairs of the fanciest pants I’ve ever seen on him. I can’t stop laughing at his embellished butt. We picked the two least embellished pairs we could find. I felt so old when I told the Cameron Diaz look alike that was helping us that we needed jeans with less holes because we were buying jeans to replace the jeans he wears that HAVE holes. You see the problem right? She responded with, “Well, a lot of dads come in looking for distressed jeans. So, you don’t want any holes?” I just laughed, because we were obviously out of our element, nothing I was going to say was going to make me sound young and hip to this girl. I wanted to pat her on the head and tell her she was cute.
I texted a picture of the jeans to Ellen, our 18 year old daughter, and she said, “Is he trying on women’s jeans?”
So, now I have a 42 year old man frying up bacon in my kitchen wearing overly embellished jeans and to top it off he’s listening to Michael Jackson songs.
I’m a little concerned what these jeans are doing to him.