I don’t wear jeans in my house.

I wear them when I am out and about running errands, but by the time I reach the threshold of my front door, they are already unbuttoned and halfway down my thighs.

They are just simply not conducive to my very demanding lifestyle.

I need stretchy, elastic waist, fake exercise clothes.

BUT.  The other day I was out shopping with my mom, and the jeans I had on were SO TIGHT.  I was miserable.  I am simply not built for skinny jeans.  I was about 4 seconds from being a Glamour Don’t with a black bar across my face.  Or those poor fat people you see on the news with their heads cut off when they do stories about morbid obesity.

So, I ducked into Old Navy, looking for something I could breath in, grabbed these jeans, and McRib as my witness, they were AMAZING.  Not too tight.  Perfect on my tummy.  Thighs don’t look like sausages.

So amazing, in fact, I have been wearing them around the house.  ON PURPOSE.

Andy keeps asking why I am so dressed up.  It’s bananas.

So I recommend to you, Jesus Jeans.  Thou art my savior.

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