White Lies and Blue Jeans
THE LOOK ON GRAMS’ FACE WHEN I WALKED IN was hilarious all on its own. Her hand, which was in the process of putting an ice cube to her mouth, hung forgotten and her mouth gaped as she stared at my jeans. Being born in 1929 and growing up through the tail-end of the depression, I’m sure she’s seen ratty jeans before, but she wasn’t quite sure why someone would wear them by choice.
“My heavens child, you need new pants! Surely you can afford some. Those things have got to go,” she admonished me before we’d even said hello.
And I’ll confess, I may have lied a little. I told a half-truth.
“They’re just comfortable Grandma, that’s why I keep them”.
These pants?
Yea. They’re brand new.
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dude. I have an even worse pair.. my whole entire knee and calve show. no joke… like… 2 feet of hole.
they are awesome pants…
Ryan thought his friend was nuts when he bought a beat up looking hat. ha ha. Those are cute!