Hubby's been out of town all week for work. As we were packing right before he left, we had discovered that another pair of his jeans has acquired a hole in a most *ahem* awkward place.
He goes through jeans faster than anyone in the family, even the kids.
And that's saying a lot.
No really, it is. I wear anywhere between ten and twenty different sizes in any given year, usually because I'm pregnant or trying to recover from one. And the kids... well, the word "kids" speaks for itself.
So last night, after informing me that he needed to get yet another pair of pants because he's staying longer for this trip than originally anticipated, we strike up this text conversation.
DISCLAIMER: Hubby's actual pant-waist size has been hidden. Because I'm super awesome like that.
Hubby: Walmart is just across the street.
Me: If you gets pants from Walmart, don't get the tapered ones.
Hubby: You love the tapered ones, especially on me.
Hubby: If its any consolation, right now I have shorts and long socks on.
Me: LOL! You do not!
Hubby: Oh yes I do. Both jeans are dirty and I didn't pack short socks.
Me: LOL, I KNEW I should have thrown a pair in there!
Hubby: That's right, it's your fault.
Me: Yup, it is. For listening to a man's advise ;)
A bit later...........
Hubby: Do I wear ?0 waist?
Me: Hahahaha... yes
Hubby: What kind of leg?
Me: Relaxed boot actually
Hubby: Boot? Uh, you sure about that?
Me: Yup, that's what all your good pants are. Check the tags if you don't believe me.
Hubby: I can't find them in ?0 - 30.
Me: You need a ?0 - 32.
Hubby: You sure?
Me: Did you seriously just ask me that?
Hubby: I guess I did.
?0 - 32 relaxed boot it is then.
Me: Good boy.
Me: Luv u
Not that I'm one to brag or anything, but I really think he's be lost without me.