ElizabethI have no photo of me in my brand new jeans because this sweeeeeet old lady that was helping me was being a sweet old lady and accidentally took a photo of herself.
She apologized, but I told Elizabeth that this was a much cooler photo than a vainglorious photo of me saying,
“Look at me” + self help x you can to = am I pretty now? algorithm hell squared
This blurry photo tells a much better story.
As much as I loathe Walmart and giving them money, I am on a fake converse / And 1 type budget. Though I have yet to find an employee that knows where anything is located in any Walmart store, Elizabeth did have relevant great grandma advice on how much my XL flannel would shrink.
I am a wearing jeans with a 36 inch waist now. Also, I should note that even the cowboy jeans have Spandex now, and they are more comfortable than an Addidas jump suit. America has gotten soft. Even cowboys are wearing covert pajama jeans.
I actually had my Costco card in a box from Christmas in Shotgun, and I wanted to use it, but only Walmart has a cramped dressing room with a mirror so impractical you have contort oneself to gaze upon, like a little person in a jewelry box.
Hats off to Elizabeth. She said,
“I had fun.”
That’s what I do, Elizabeth.
Now off to see Jeremy Elliott and Polecat (one of my favorite Prog bands) in a theater in Marysville and Murph for a beer on the way.