In the pre-dawn darkness, I went through my drawer and pulled out a really cute pair of jeans. I got in the shower, (a rare treat on a weekday), and proceeded to get dressed, but *gasp* the jeans didn't fit.
I knew they were skinny jeans; I could tell when I grabbed them from the drawer. But these were beyond skinny. These were skinny-mini; not being able to button, kind of skinny.
I was shocked. After all, I've been working out and eating less (Halloween candy). But then I caught a glimpse of the tag.
These were not my jeans.
They were my son's jeans.
So, son, I totally appologize if you went to school wearing "mom jeans."