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Not only did someone congratulate me on my [non-existent] pregnancy two weekends ago, but last night I split my pants (jeans, no less) when I sat down in our car after the Death Cab concert.
Mr. Mo simply remarked, "At least it happened after the concert."
Yeah!
Re: It's time to diet
Oh no!
My jeans *were* remarkably comfortable after the rip, though.
Indecent.
But comfy.
gotta love mr. monkey.
best response by a husband, ever.
My pants also felt much more comfy after the rip, hehe.
This happened to me eight years ago when I was demonstrating at work the moves to NSync's "Bye Bye Bye."
Everybody heard the rip.
Good times.
After that, I only wore skirts to work, except for the occasional pantsuit.
it's probably a good time to diet since the blog is MIA. ;(
my jeans ripped (I'm blaming them on being too old, TYVM) and a tailor was able to fix them. you know, so you can wear them again post diet!
Yeah, cutting down on eating is like death to food blogging.
And I am seriously considering the tailor option because these were my fave jeans.
do it. I even brought my jeans back to CA over christmas because I don't know where there is even a tailor here.
This is going to sound stupid, but I even have a little bit of a sentimental attachment to these jeans.
Many years ago, when we were first dating, we were in San Francisco. I was really cold, so we headed into a Banana Republic. He bought me these jeans, which I promptly wore out of the store.
They don't even make this style anymore.
Yeah, I'm keeping these. I just need to figure out where to take them.
I don?t think that?s stupid? it?s actually very sweet.
I?m going to have to check YouTube for the NSync video because I can?t remember their dance moves. It sounds like you put on a good show for your coworkers, minus the pants ripping of course.
you KNOW that doesn't sound stupid to my sappy ass. i'd keep 'em too.
i still have the shirt i wore when the hub kissed me the first time. the teen was so grossed out when i told her why i refuse to get rid of it.
I can't believe people still do this. I would NEVER EVER EVER say anything unless I knew for certain someone was pregnant!
you know, funny story about that. I was at a party/gtg with people from MH's company and this woman was talking to me and staring at me hardcore. Finally we go to the part in the convo where I had to bring up that we were expecting our first ( she asked me if we had children) an she replied " oh I'm so glad you said something because...well you can't be too sure"....what makes that funny to me is that I am 8 months pregnant and very very obviously showing. However, I did appreciate her politeness
People are_assholes, I swear. I will never, ever ask someone if they are pregnant, even if they are 8 months along. You seriously never know.
Diets suck, dude. I need to get on one, too. I can't even fit into most of my pants.
After 2 rounds of IVF & 2 rounds of FET, we were blessed with identical twin girls!
mr. monkey rocks.
i have a rec in the LBC and one on the westside. my downtown rec is too ghetto for sentimental jeans.
My frugality completely trumps what little sentimentality I have.
Send me the downtown rec!
hello, you have a reason for not being able to fit into your pants!!! silly girl.
Not a real baby...despite what strangers may think.
BFP#1 - 11/13/11, Natural MC - 12/24/11 at 12 weeks
BFP#2 - 10/2/12, Please be our rainbow.
H+P
You probably already know what I recommend if you are interested in losing
Chart/Blog
Nothing breeds faster than Crazy
poocano?
assalanche, perhaps?