okay family and friends, i just discovered i've been walking around with a hole the size of my fist in the crotch of my jeans for who knows how long. i'm pretty sure the rip is the combination of a "stress fracture" (probably from prematurely squeezing back into my normal jeans post-pregnancy... curse my vanity) and my thighs rubbing together, creating enough friction to disintegrate any manmade textile. if you saw said hole and couldn't bring yourself to make me aware of the situation, there is a special place reserved for you in outer darkness.
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Love seeing snipets of your life through your blog. Indie is a doll. Let's hope sleep is overrated AND that you can make it out of the house to buy new jeans:)
sorry i didn't notice. i was probably too busy trying to unsuccessfully squeeze myself into my normal post prego jeans.
You know I'd tell you if I saw such a thing. I hope you're not talking about your awesome new skinnies.
I blame it on poor manufacturing. My thighs are bigger than yours.
we must be sisters. i have jeans that did the same thing but before i was pregnant. how depressing...
hahaha.... cursed to outer darkness. LOVE it.
also, i am so HAPPY your posts have been child-centric. more of the beautiful babes, porfaaaa.
yay! an excuse for new jeans! although that doesn't even mildly help with the sheer terror of realizing you've been walking around with a hole in your crotch of your jeans, now does it? :) thanks for the laugh!
two words, dear erin (and then adieu): easy. access.
your little lady is so stylish. as for getting two kids to go to sleep. let me know when you have that answer. because i need it. badly. good day. p.s. i had a long visit with the dr today. when i got home i realized my fly was down the entire time.
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