This is a letter to my favorite pair of jeans.
Dear Jeans,
I purchased you in 2001, my freshman year of college. You were hip and made my bottom look hot. I loved slipping my legs into your 98% cotton 2% spandex blend. You traveled with me from Virginia, to New York to Hawaii and back home to Utah. I left you behind, tucked safely in a box, when I went to Puerto Rico. When I came back to claim you, you were a little more snug than when I left. I pumped and I sweat in order to fit loosely into you again. After I got married, I gained too many happy wife pounds, and could no longer bare to tear your tiny threads as they stretched across my legs. Again, I had to say farewell until I was able to fit into you again. For three long years, although unseen, you did not go forgotten as I regretfully purchased larger and larger pants.
Finally, yesterday, May 4th 2011, I pulled you out of the box you had been hiding in for years, and slipped you on. To my astonishment, you fit! I have been working hard, running, sweating, and declining many sweets so that I could see you again. But, the sad truth is, I just don't like you anymore. You are no longer fashionable, you have bleach spots, you have frayed bottoms, and are thread bare in other places. So I must bid you adieu, donate you, and never see you again. I hope that the next person to wear you has many happy times in you.
Lovingly,
Sabrina
Dear Jeans,
I purchased you in 2001, my freshman year of college. You were hip and made my bottom look hot. I loved slipping my legs into your 98% cotton 2% spandex blend. You traveled with me from Virginia, to New York to Hawaii and back home to Utah. I left you behind, tucked safely in a box, when I went to Puerto Rico. When I came back to claim you, you were a little more snug than when I left. I pumped and I sweat in order to fit loosely into you again. After I got married, I gained too many happy wife pounds, and could no longer bare to tear your tiny threads as they stretched across my legs. Again, I had to say farewell until I was able to fit into you again. For three long years, although unseen, you did not go forgotten as I regretfully purchased larger and larger pants.
Finally, yesterday, May 4th 2011, I pulled you out of the box you had been hiding in for years, and slipped you on. To my astonishment, you fit! I have been working hard, running, sweating, and declining many sweets so that I could see you again. But, the sad truth is, I just don't like you anymore. You are no longer fashionable, you have bleach spots, you have frayed bottoms, and are thread bare in other places. So I must bid you adieu, donate you, and never see you again. I hope that the next person to wear you has many happy times in you.
Lovingly,
Sabrina
1 comment:
HAHA.... I love it!!! I am proud of you for all your hard work.
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