Seriously. If someone made me choose between going clothes shopping and having my teeth cleaned, I would choose the dentist hands down.
I think it's accurate to say that there is nothing I hate worse than shopping for clothes - for myself that is. But that's exactly what I had to do today. I had no choice.
Here are two of the three pair of jeans I currently own.
I have no idea why the left knee is blown out on both of them - they just are. The last time I checked I wasn't the ball holder for a field goal kicker and as far as I know I haven't been proposing to hundreds of women lately. So who knows what the hell is going on there.
So why the big heartburn with buying clothes? Well, for one thing, I'm a bit of an odd size and finding pants that fit me is a major ordeal. For example, I wear a 33" waist and a 35" inseam in jeans - but guess what... NOBODY CARRIES THAT SIZE! So... I get stuck trying to find the next closest combination of waist and inseam that will work. Uh, yeah - easier said than done. Let's take a look at my options, shall we?
Depending on the cut and brand of the pants, I have the potential to wear any of the following combinations:
33w/35i (nearly impossible to find, but some companies do make them)
34w/35i (never seen them)
Then, add to that the various styles of regular, loose fit or relaxed fit and suddenly you have to try on 12-15 different pairs of pants just to find the one that doesn't make you look like you lost your butt in a freak farm accident or like you're trying to be the next great white rap star.
So that's what I did for an hour and a half at Kohls today... that is until I stopped over at JC Penney and found a completely different brand of jeans for about 1/2 the price and had to perform the whole ritual all over again. Then... go back to Kohls and return the first ones.
Did I mention I HATE shopping for clothes?
No really, I can't wait for my next dentist appointment.