Back in my stretchy trousers.

It’s a curious thing,  but I’ve noticed over the last few years that all of my blue jeans have begun to shrink up to the point where I can barely get them on any more.  I just don’t understand it.  We don’t even have a dryer.

So,  a couple Christmases ago,  Travelling Companion very mercifully gave me a pair of jeans that just happened to have some bits of elastic in the waist band.  Hazzah!

I almost wrote “waste” band,  and I suppose that would have been some sort of Freudian slip,  but let’s not get too carried away.

It’s a crying shame really,  since most of the jeans folded up neatly and sitting in my wardrobe are still fairly new,  in addition to which,  were PAID FOR by my previous employer.   Giggidy!

And what that also means is,  I’m really hard pressed to go out and shell out anything much more than about a buck ninety-five for “everyday” trousers,  which is why I was a little mortified to find out just how much T.C. had paid for my Christmas “stretchy jeans”.  This was when we had to go back to the store where she bought them for a slightly different size.   It was the length that was a problem,  not the girth.   I know what you’re thinking.

When I saw the price,  I fortunately didn’t poop a little, but that was only because I had at that very moment clenched my butt instead.   Eep.

 

In terms of some sort of “days worn vrs. dollar cost average”,  or some such malarkey,  they’ve actually turned out to be a pretty good deal.  Unless I’m wearing shorts (also stretchy) these are the trousers of choice.   The thing is though, when I take them off at night,  and they can just about stand up by themselves?   It might be time for a wash.

Then of course, it takes a couple days for them to dry out.  That’s the “no dryer program”.   Ever tried sucking it in for two days?  Going out in my housecoat would quite likely be frowned upon by most anyone whom I encounter I’m sure,  not to mention the effects of a cool breeze wafting up around my nether regions.  

 

I’ve seen my share of weirdness out there in the big city.  I’d prefer not to be one of that particular crowd.  Call me prudish.  Whatever.  Besides, I draw the line at thermal underwear.

 

That’s pretty much the extent of the excitement for today.  Just about as boring as last night’s meal.   It was all fine and dandy,  because we were both hungry (always helps)  but it was missing something.   Damn, I wish I could cook.

I keep trying.  The beer was good.

 

Oh,  in other “exciting news”,  the city has put in a bike stand outside our front door. 

Awesome.

I don’t even know when they could have done this,  since it wasn’t there as late as yesterday afternoon. Having this rack is a good thing,  since everyone in the building who rides on a regular basis has to try and affix their bikes to the sign posts.  Doesn’t always work out for the best.  Sometimes they sort of slump over,  which means even more space is taken up on the sidewalk.  This doesn’t mean I’m going to start riding the bike any time soon.   Been there.  Done that.  It’s too busy out there.   And where would I be riding to again?

 

I’ll need to pack it up soon and head off to fetch Travelling Companion.  She’s made one of her quarterly doctor’s appointment for later this afternoon,  which of course means that Muggins here is chauffeur for the day. 

 

I almost forgot to mention!  For the first time in many months,  I can finally see all “followers”  over there on the side of the blog!   I guess the Mother Ship must have landed,  and whatever was wrong has been fixed.  For the longest time I only had some sort of error message in German.  I wasn’t going to mess with it, not that I didn’t try. 

Thanks to all of you for showing up.  Much appreciated.

 

Keep those sticks on the ice.

 

Thanks for stopping by.

 

 

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