I woke up this morning, got in the shower and hurry, hurried out the door. In my rush to get everybody everywhere I had grabbed a pair of jeans off the folding table thinking they were mine. As I was driving and drinking my cappuccino my snug jeans were not so snug.

As I looked down, I noticed instead of my jeans being tight around my hips they were baggy and the denim was darker. What the (still in the eye crusted state of morning)heck?

HA HA.. I WAS WEARING MY HUBBY'S JEANS!!!

OK, the weird thing... they felt really good. Unlike my arse huggin "designer" jeans these had a nice texture and the lines were flattering. When I got out of my car I had to roll them up at the waist but other than that--- they were perfect!

Several things ran through my mind at this point.
*Did I get fatter?
*Did I grow, like a foot??
*Is this a metaphor for our relationship???
*Being a woman sucks!

Than I snapped back into reality and thought these were his favorites too and I didn't want to wash them again. So, when I got back home I took them off, folded them, sighed a little and put my sweats on (hey, it's Saturday!).

I've come to the conclusion that men definitely have it better than women...