November 10, 2012 by kitcac
You’ll never guess what they’re called.
Just to explain, when I say pants, I mean trousers. My Australian family mean knickers when they say pants. I didn’t get any new knickers.
I told Stavros that my chum Benno had recommended some jeggings from a particular shop, they looked good on her and to be fair they would make a change from me wearing pyjama bottoms.
“What are they again?” he asked
“They are jeans crossed with leggings”, I explained.
No more was said about it. I went out and bought some in a few different colours. Tried them on.
I expected him to give his usual response which is “they look fine” or “they look nice”. Nah, nothing like that. It was weird.
“Oh, are they your new Chegwins?”
I momentarily lost the use of my legs. I couldn’t feel my face. I was ROFLing.
Yes, my sweet innocent husband thought that my “jeans crossed with leggings aka jeggings” were called Chegwins. As in pants named after Keith Chegwin.
I can’t even imagine what pants named after Keith Chegwin would look like, but deep down in my soul, I know that those would be some epic pants.