I had a goal today. It was an important one. I was on a quest, for jeans that fit. I left the twinkies with John and headed to the mall with my shopping partners Christin and Taryn. I like shopping with Taryn because she’s not afraid to tell me, “those look like mom jeans.”
I know Christin looks really sweet…
But, she’s not at all afraid to say, “I don’t like anything about that” or “those make your butt look big.”
When shopping for jeans, honest opinions are necessary. I tried on 137 pairs of jeans. Not really, but it felt like it. Why is it that women need to try on the same style of jeans in three different sizes to find one that fit?
I found exactly one pair that I liked. I couldn’t get a picture that did them justice so you’ll have to use your imagination.
Christin’s daughter Katelyn came along. She was not shopping for jeans.
It was a fun afternoon. But when I came home I was reminded that John is not the best babysitter…
I took Taryn and John shopping for school clothes this weekend. If you’ve ever been shopping with teenagers you probably know that they best way to do it is drunk or otherwise medicated.
Dallas is away so I didn’t have a designated driver. Despite that we went shopping, stone sober. It wasn’t as bad as I anticipated. The kids had a pretty good idea of what they wanted and needed. John even gave me a reprieve from the constant, “too baggy, too vulgar, too expensive” argument.
Yes, the 14-year-old boy is more difficult about clothes than the 14-year-old girl. Go figure.
We were at his favorite store, Pac Sun and came across a shelf of t-shirts. Most of them were funny. I love when he wears funny t-shirts. He was wearing his Vanilla Ice shirt that day. Awesome.
He found some Bob Marley shirts and asked if he could have one.
Sure! Bob Marley is awesome. But I had to ask, “do you know any Bob Marley songs?’
John replied, “Pfft…yeah everyone knows Bob Marley.”
“Name one.”
“Ummm…well. Wait I know one, I do. There is that one song, it’s about birds. Birds and sitting on a porch?”
“Ok, do you know the name?”
“Wait, maybe it’s not birds, maybe it’s about buffalo? Is there a song about buffalo?”
