Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Jean emergency!

I know, I know, I promised an intellectual-ish post about body image. And I will post it, soon. But I couldn't let today go by without regaling you all with the jean emergency, in the hopes of inspiring a few smiles. :)

As some of you know, this past weekend Mike and I made a quick trip down to Calgary to spend some time with Mike's mom. On Friday night, we'd decided that I would make wontons for dinner, since she loves them, and was feeling okay after the second half of her first chemo treatment. So there I was, standing in the kitchen, merrily making wonton after wonton, while Mike and his mom were behind me chatting about something to do with something, and suddenly Mike says to me, "Honey, did you know you have a rip in your jeans?"

This isn't something you want to hear with your Dear Mother In Law also standing right behind you. Heck, I can hardly think of anyone you'd want standing behind you! Add to that the fact that the jeans aren't very old (only about four or five months), were expensive, and are, in point of fact, the ONLY PAIR OF PANTS YOU HAVE WITH YOU on this trip, and the adrenaline starts going.

Okay, okay. Maybe it's not so bad. "I do? Where?" I ask.

"Right at the back. Right beside the pocket."

You mean... Where my underwear is? ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

After proclaiming this, Mike and his mom went off to fiddle about with her computer, and I finished making the wontons I could, washed my hands, and scurried off to the bathroom in the hopes that it wasn't as bad as my imagination was making it out to be.

Of course it wasn't. It was worse.

My jeans had a run in them, about seven inches long and two inches wide, something resembling the run you get in a pair of nylons. My jeans. My not very old, expensive, and did I mention THE ONLY PAIR OF PANTS I HAD WITH ME jeans.

I called Tallgirl. There was some talk of buying a stop-gap pair at Old Navy and finding the receipt at home when we got there, but on the advice of my DMIL I called Tallgirl. And you know what they said? "We've actually had a lot of problems with that style of Parisucos."


Thankfully, my leather jacket covered the rip quite thoroughly if I stood up straight enough, and Mike stood behind me on the escalator on our slightly-before-closing time emergency trip to Eaton's Centre downtown. They were very good about it, and even refunded me the $20 difference between the expensive jeans and the emergency replacement jeans.

So that was how my weekend started. It turned out very well, in the end, but it started with a jean emergency. :) I hope I've at least inspired a smile or two out there in virtual-land. I'll return soon!


Apartment Girl

Oh No! That happened to me at school once! Shaun grabbed my back pocket and *riiiip* off came the back of my pants, exposing me to the world... Not cool!!!
Glad TallGirl was so good about it :)

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