So, you know when you're just busting up laughing in a place that really shouldn't be filled with hilarity? But you can't help yourself, and you just keep thinking of funnier and funnier things to say, so you try to spit them out, all the while doing a terrible job of keeping your laughing quite... and the tears are rolling---oh the tears.
Whilst wandering the quaint streets of Newport, OR, we kept seeing this poster...
"Not your Daughter's Jeans" greatly intrigued Patti (my sister-in-law) and I.
There was only one thing to do.
Try them on.
So, into the "old lady clothing store" we went... armed with Nathan and a camera.
Patti's pair were "dressy"... with extra stitchery. Very Fancy. Sure, she would need to get them hemmed, but with a nice pair of Naturalizers and a smart top, she'd look sharp. Sadly, the pictures don't do them justice.
Mine were more casual, every day slacks. They were so casual infact, that they had no back pockets and no belt loops. My ass was 32 inches long.
We were laughing sooooooo hard, and the ladies who worked there kept walking through the changing area where Nathan was discreetly trying to snap a few photos of us... they're not great but you get the idea.
My final line before I could no longer speak was after about 3 minutes of stifled laughter... "Patti, I think I have to buy these. I've just peed in them a little too much."
