Getting dressed yesterday to leave for our weekend trip, I remarked to my husband that I've had these
blue jeans longer than we've been married. And I know this because I'm wearing this same pair in a picture with my sisters taken on a get-together in the year before we married. This realization was a bit amazing, served up with a side of trepidation. Amazement because they've held together for seven years; trepidation because, as with bathing suits and bras, it's a sad, sad, day when the perfect garment finally blows out - because it's torture to find a replacement that fits as well! So, I'll take care of these, and hope they don't expire in a publicly humiliating manner. Like at today's cheer meet,. When I'm cheering loudly (yes, cheering for the cheer leaders). Here's hoping these last a long time.
