If I had company right now, they would have just witnessed a sight that they'd never ever forget.
My bare ass with my jeans around my ankles.
I'd like to say I was doing something kinky but I wasn't.
I'd like to say its because I've lost that much weight that my jeans no longer fit.
But I'd be lying. I have jeans I ordered online, I ordered my size except they are too big. I didn't send them back because I needed jeans and would just make do. I rarely wear them out of the house, not that I think it's a great sight for my hubby to see, but they are my backup jeans.
Bailey's bed is low to the ground so as I was trying to change his sheets my pants were drooping so low my entire butt was hanging out. Me being by myself, I just left them there until I was finished with his sheets. But on my way back, with two laundry baskets in my arms I couldn't hang onto my jeans and they fell.
I had to do that walking shuffle thing down the hall until I got into the living room to put the baskets down and yank my pants up.
I think it's time I spend some money on jeans that actually fit and toss these...as they don't even cover me in the first place.