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Raiding my husband’s closet

By Meg | December 30, 2007

I hate shopping for pants. I don’t really like wearing pants. I have one, maybe two pairs of jeans that fit. However, I occasionally have to wear pants.

A few days ago my band director called me up and asked if I’d mind playing with the university’s pep band at a ladies basketball game since most of the regular members are still away on vacation. I was thrilled by the idea, but the downside was that I would have to wear a pair khakis. I don’t have khakis. I didn’t want to have to go shopping for khaki pants. Nevertheless, I said that I’d love to play, even if I had to go buy a pair at Gap.

He suggested borrowing my husband’s pair.

Now, there was a time when I was wearing my husband’s jeans quite a bit. That was not a good time for me. So, I was reluctant to go that route. I was just about to head out the door to go shopping when I decided that I should just try them on.

Well, my director was right. They fit. They weren’t particularly stylish, but they were fine for the occasion and I really didn’t want to go pant shopping — or spend $50 for a pair of pants I might only wear once.

By the time they gave me a huge pep band shirt to wear, I could care less about the pants. Actually, I didn’t care much about the shirt either since I was just thrilled to be there. I had a blast, our gals won, and hopefully I’ll be doing it again Wednesday.


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