Friday, September 4, 2009
R.I.P my dear Jeans....
today marks a sad day in history for me...
today is the day my favorite pair of jeans has gone to join it's brethren in that big Denim Heaven in the Sky.
My dark washed, Boot Cut, low waist, size 4 jeans have finally worn out beyond repair.
Oh they were GREAT jeans. Soft, and kinda worn out looking from the constant wear. you know that pair of jeans you have that just fell so good putting them on? They fit like a glove and make you look damn hot in them? yeah. These were those jeans. My worn out, soft as silk, sexy jeans that I've had for nearly 3 years.....oh yeah, I loved these jeans.
But today, most sadly, they've worn out and received a rip too big to repair.
I shall miss you, my trusty jeans of making me feel super sexy.
I almost cried when I got off my bike after riding to the beach and snagged one of the pockets on a nail at the pier and ripped them.
Call me attached to my clothing but it really did make me sad.
I swear I'm going to have a Viking funeral for these jeans.
You think I'm joking?
I just finished a phone call with two of my best friends, they're buying firewood and lighter fluid and we're gonna burn them in honor of the 3 years of loyal service they've given me.
Anyone know any appropriate funeral songs to sing around the funeral pyre?