I was going to give props to Old Navy in here this morning for having actual, normal, regular, plain old jeans. Not flared, tapered, or boot-cut legs. Not low-rise or (God forbid) ultra-low-rise. Not stretchy. Not pre-faded or pre-destroyed or pre-dirty or whatever else. Just. Plain. Jeans. Reasonably priced. Joe followed me all over the mall last night looking for that very thing, and they weren't easy to find.
So I happily slipped into my brand-new jeans this morning, and made plans to publicly cheer Old Navy in my blog and encourage people to shop there.
Then a little while ago I happened to look down at my lap, and it turns out my brand-new jeans have a little hole in the crotch by the zipper.
I give up.