June 19, 2013 by kitcac
I am wearing a pair of pre-pregnancy jeans this evening, but not like those smugheads who get into Size 6 skinny jeans a week after sneezing out a baby. Oh no Sir, I am a rebel!
Fourteen months after JWop arrived, I am wearing a pair of jeans I found in my wardrobe that I have most certainly not acquired in the last 23 months, or ever. I don’t think that they’re my jeans. I have no idea how I came to be in possession of them.
The main clue is that they have a popper/press-stud at the top, which I would not have bought jeans with. It bursts open when I sit down.
I look hot diggety dang in these jeans that do not belong to me. Boom!