so my wife calls me last night from the store she's got gift certificates to. 'what size pants do you wear again?' '34 32.' so she gets home with a tons of stuff and i try the first pair of jeans on. great, perfect. second pair, hm, a bit loose, i'll wear them to work. third pair, i turned to her and smiled, holding the pants out several inches from my waist by my thumb, knowing she'd gotten the completely wrong size. continuing to smile, i say, 'if i ever get this fat i won't fit into my other pants.'
she kinda looked at me. didn't say much for a moment. 'those are mine.'
so, i'm sleeping out on the couch....
she kinda looked at me. didn't say much for a moment. 'those are mine.'
so, i'm sleeping out on the couch....