You made me do it.
I had hoped it wouldn't come to this. But the need to validate my love for The Pants won out, and when Lindsay took a convenient trip to Price Chopper, I snapped this picture while Aidan looked on, snickering. Behold, The Pants. Comfort fit. Subtly nonconformist hue. How could you not like these guys?
Those look like comfortable pants.
ReplyDeleteMomma always says there's an awful lot you could tell about a person by their pants. Where they're going. Where they've been. I've worn lots of pants. I bet if I think about it real hard I could remember my first pair of pants. Momma told me they were my magic pants.
I protest! My husband has altered the color of The Pants to make them more acceptable and pleasing to the eye. In reality, they are much more uncomfortably rusty-mustardesque.
ReplyDeleteFeeling Misrepresented,
Lindsay
Forget the pants, what about that concrete pole?
ReplyDeleteThey look very European.
ReplyDeleteThat's a Very Good Thing™, by the way. ;)
My husband has altered the color of The Pants...
ReplyDeleteThis is clearly a last-ditch attempt to smear The Pants' good name. Look at the picture. Is that my real hair color? Real eye color? Real Pants color? Check, check, check. Nice try, Honey.
Forget the pants, what about that concrete pole?
It's about two feet thick, it holds up the ceiling, it's concrete.
Those look like comfortable pants.
They are.
They look very European.
Thank you, sir. As long as they don't look French, I accept the compliment.
It's gratifying to see the good feedback coming in.
In an effort to defend Lindsay I am curious as to whether the blueness of the background is from natural lighting only. ;)
ReplyDeleteI am curious as to whether the blueness of the background is from natural lighting only. ;)
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely. That's the cool light from the blue sky streaming in through our 8th story window. But no doubt Lindsay will appreciate the gesture. :)