Jeans! I don't like wearing them. They're tight. They're binding. They don't stretch even though I buy the stretchy kind. They're not comfy like yoga pants (which by the way my yoga pants have never actually been involved in Yoga). They don't stretch like yoga pants. They don't give like yoga pants. They're not loose like yoga pants. I LOVE yoga pants. I wish I had a pair in every color and style. That's my dream wardrobe.
Yet, if we get to wear jeans to work, it's like I've struck gold! I whoop, I holler, I run around like a dog chancing her tail, I throw my hands in hand (like I just don't care. Sorry, I had to go there). I'm so excited! Jeans!
If we have to pay to wear jeans, I'm the first in line with my cash, excitedly waiting to be handed my Jeans Pass. I lovingly and carefully tape my Jeans Pass to my window for all to see that I paid for the privilege to wear these bad boys.
I have 6 1/2 weeks of jeans! I donated to the United Way so I got 2 weeks for that. I donated to my Book Fair, I got the month of April for that. 6 1/2 weeks of jeans!
Yet, I hate jeans. But I'll pay for them. Oh the irony....
I wonder what I'd being willing to pay for yoga pants...?