Mariachi Mama
I bought some black yoga pants on eBay for 99 cents! I was feeling pretty proud of myself. I didn't look at the auction description too closely, though, and I noticed after I bid there were gold studs running down the length of the pants on the outside of the legs.
Undeterred, I put them on this afternoon for the first time. I wasn't sure how I felt about the studs, but the pants fit, they were comfortable, and I knew I wouldn't be going anywhere, anyway.
Then JP came home and saw the pants.
"What, are you in a mariachi band now?" he asked.
"What? What are you talking about?"
"Your pants."
"These are not mariachi pants!" I exclaimed. But the seed had been planted. Fear grabbed my heart.
During our ritual after-dinner walk with Fly -- when Fly does his ritual removal of his socks so I end up walking the neighborhood with a tiny pair of dirty socks in my hand -- JP started up again.
"All you need are a sequined vest and a big sombrero."
"Would you stop with the mariachi stuff?!" I smacked his arm with the dirty socks.
Quoting Nacho Libre, JP said, "When you are a mom, sometimes you wear stretchy pants in your room. Just for fun."
(Which has nothing to do with mariachis.)
I really don't think my pants look this bad....
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This post is for Amber at Crazy Bloggin' Canuck. I can't imitate her well, but this post reminded me of her. If you want to write a post in the style of another blogger, please do -- and share!
Undeterred, I put them on this afternoon for the first time. I wasn't sure how I felt about the studs, but the pants fit, they were comfortable, and I knew I wouldn't be going anywhere, anyway.
Then JP came home and saw the pants.
"What, are you in a mariachi band now?" he asked.
"What? What are you talking about?"
"Your pants."
"These are not mariachi pants!" I exclaimed. But the seed had been planted. Fear grabbed my heart.
During our ritual after-dinner walk with Fly -- when Fly does his ritual removal of his socks so I end up walking the neighborhood with a tiny pair of dirty socks in my hand -- JP started up again.
"All you need are a sequined vest and a big sombrero."
"Would you stop with the mariachi stuff?!" I smacked his arm with the dirty socks.
Quoting Nacho Libre, JP said, "When you are a mom, sometimes you wear stretchy pants in your room. Just for fun."
(Which has nothing to do with mariachis.)
I really don't think my pants look this bad....
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This post is for Amber at Crazy Bloggin' Canuck. I can't imitate her well, but this post reminded me of her. If you want to write a post in the style of another blogger, please do -- and share!
Labels: blogging, Damselfly chronicles, fun, The Husbland
posted by Damselfly at 12:09 AM
12 Comments:
That was wonderful. You did a great job. Sometimes husbands say things that they need dirty socks thrown at them.
I hope you have a great Valentine's Day together.
Ok you have to post a picture of them now. Inquiring minds must see them so that we can judge for ourselves.
Haa haa. Leave it to husbands to help you out...right? Ha aha
Must see them now!
Yep, I wanna see the pants.
show me the pants, babee...they sound FINE. oh yeh.
(plus i think i may have owned a pair in the same species back in fifth grade that were way cool...) :)
Sometimes I wear stretchy pants ALL DAY, just for fun.
Hey! I finally wrote my post for I'm Sincere Week. Check it out when you get a sec.
Yeah, I would love to see your pants ;)
Tee hee hee. I like the idea of smacking a husband with dirty socks!!! Can I "be sincere" and do that to MY hubby? ;)
haha
Now you MUST post a photo!
Don't they say imitation is the greatest form of flattery? I'm honored. :-)
I am going to miss you.
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