I know what you're thinking: "But what about your sweet 'n'sassy Sam's Club pants?" Yes, those pants look and feel kind of awesome on me, but they are still pants and I am still not pants-less while wearing them. No pants > pants. Even awesome ones.
Like, if I didn't think Husband would judge me for not putting on pants for days on end, I would not put on pants for days on end. I used to think my aversion to pants was because I could never find any jeans or dress pants that fit comfortably enough to not complain about all day and that being a curvier gal, I would just have to live with that. But then the other day at Wally World, I noticed something: even skinny beezies will avoid wearing regular pants if they can. Seriously.
It was like, 9 o'clock at night and I badly needed ant traps (more on that later) and because my dryer STILL does not work, all my stretchy-fat-yoga-sweat pants were festooned around our kitchen not drying fast enough. I could have put on my perfectly clean, perfectly dry, somewhat expensive designer jeans, but I opted for a pair of obnoxiously black and pink plaid pajama pants. And a lime green top. Last time I checked, Wal-Mart was not know for their "Look How Fabulous and Perfectly Put Together I Am" website, so for those of you keeping score here, I looked dang good.
Anyway, it was like people were shopping for Z-Day in there. At 9 o'clock at night! All I wanted was two stinking ant traps and I had to wade my way through crowds and crowds of people just to find them and then wait in line amongst single kids and sleep deprived parents (yay for newlywed status!) for, like, ever just to drop 4 bucks on them. #firstworldproblems. But this is where my realization came in: as I waited in line trying to pretend like that guy behind me really wasn't all up in my personal space, but he totally was all up in my personal 'hey, this goes way past Wal-Mart line etiquette, you barbarian, back it up a few steps' space, I looked around at all the girls in there and saw that not one of them was wearing a pair of jeans. Even the girls who look like they could use a sandwich or two were wearing yoga pants. And I don't think these college kids were thinking "Oh man, after this crazy Wal-Mart trip, I am so ready to hit the hay!" Nah, man; it was Monday! Monday is the new Friday when you're a single 20-something. Just like Tuesday is the new Friday. And Wednesday. And...they were just getting started with their night, got it? So they were clearly going to go other places in their yoga pants and as far as I could tell, that was perfectly acceptable.
So this begs the question "Why?" Why do girls always choose stretchy pants over normal pants? And why can dudes wear a pair of jeans all day and seem totally fine and not wish they could just go home and change? I don't pretend to have an answer other than maybe because us chicks come in a much wider variety of body types than guys and any off-the-rack clothing, no matter what size, is never going to fit perfectly. So we go with lycra and spandex because they understand us. They don't ask why our thighs touch or why our waist isn't lower. They accept the fact that maybe we would like to sit on the floor with our legs crossed and not suffocate. They also don't ask why it seems like you've gained a few since you got married. I'm not proud, I'm just sayin'.
Anyway, that's really not what this post was supposed to be about. I actually just wanted to make a list of some random things about me. And hating pants was number one. So now I can move on with a few other fun facts.
2. One of my worst nightmares (for there are many) is that I will never be able to find where the toilet paper starts. Like you know how when you put a new roll of T.P. on the roll-y thing and you have to undo the glue? It's totally not a big deal at first (unless you rip it wrong and then spend forever trying to make it right again). When it's glued together, normally there is an excess flappy thing and you can peel it and get on with life. But what if one day, while making a trip to the loo, I can't find where the toilet paper starts?! Like, this wouldn't be a fresh roll and I would just have to feel around for the glue and there ya go. It would be a half used roll and it would just keep spinning and spinning and the sheets would be fused together and I wouldn't be able to do my business. That's a terrifying thought. I suppose I could just cut into or something. But what if I can't find anything to do that with? And what if it was my last roll? I can't go on. It's too hard to talk about.
3. Snakes, frogs, lizards, fish, any animal, really are all ok but bugs are not. I HATE bugs. Even, like, caterpillars and stuff. I mean, I'll totally hold a caterpillar, but I can't promise I won't freak out and throw it like a child. Ants. I HATE ants. Not because they are particularly creepy or anything, but more because there are so freaking many of them and they come into my apartment in droves completely uninvited. I just want to be able to sit cross-legged and pants-less on my floor without the fear of being climbed like Everest.
4. My attention span is pretty short so 4 random things are all you get for today. I don't even think I'm going to add a proper conclusion.
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