Moving On

Well, it finally happened. I have finally worn a hole right into my favorite pair of jeans.

Not too long before we moved here, I noticed that the thighs of these jeans had gotten really soft, I knew that meant they had thinned.... so I tried to wash them less then I already did. (gross, I know) They were the perfect pair of jeans- they were actually denim, they weren't too high, they weren't too low, they weren't too tight, but they still looked like girls jeans- they were the perfect pair of jeans. But now there is a hole in the left knee.

I was not so fortunate last time I had to retire a pair of favorites. They were hand-me-downs, real denim, not too high, not too low, not too tight, they were the perfect pair of jeans back then; until, of course, a hole formed right in the crotch. With as much as I pull my legs up onto any chair I'm sitting on, I knew it wasn't a good idea to try to keep wearing them. However, I do still have them, they are excellent for paintball (I wear shorts under them).

Either way, I don't know how much longer I will be able to wear my current favorites... so sad. Only appropriate in my state of transition. C'est la vie.