My jeans that I wore yesterday were not dirty, so decided to wear them again today, because I knew I planned to do a little planting in the garden. So the jeans are already a size too big. And I’ve lost a little weight. And they’ve been worn for a day.
Well, I was headed down to the lower garden, which is quite a trek. Instead of loading the stuff in the wheelbarrow, I just grabbed them in my arms and my hands, but it was quite a lot of small plants, bucket of dirt, small shovel, etc.
Well, I’m walking along and my jeans start to slip. Of course, my hands are occupied. They’re off my waist and heading for my hips. I tried to wiggle them up by doing a little twisting dance. Unsuccessful. If you know me, you know I’m pretty ‘straight’ in the middle, with my hips almost the same size as my waist.
With each step, they wiggle a little further down. I contemplate whether to stop and put down all the myriad of things that I have arranged in the crook of my arm and in my hands to pull them up. Nope, not stubborn old me! I continue.
Before I know it they are way down my hips and I start to crack up, in the middle of the field. Thinking I be lookin’ like the Gansta Rap Star Cindy! At that point, I had no choice but to unload all the pieces and pull them up, hoping I could make it the rest of the way without them ending up around my ankles! Ah, just another day in paradise.
:-))))) Ha-ha-ha! You cracked me up! Same thing happened to me so many times, when the hands are covered with dirt, you have no way to pull pants up. 🙂
Did I tell you that pansies are called “Anna’s eyes” in Russian?
Hugs, my dear.
Ahh, now I will think of you every time I walk through the front courtyard and see my pansies!!! Big hugs to you, my friend.
At least you don’t have close neighbors laughing at you as they were walking by ands witnessing your struggle and laugh at you!