This is not why anybody ever comes here to read, but dammit, I recovered a pair of my favorite jeans from my old house. They’re 30+ years old. I’ve had them since I was in high school. They still fit, loosely, the same way they always did, but now have an “air conditioned” left knee, and a blood and paint splattered right thigh. I’m in heaven wearing these old things. Thirty plus years has worn them down to where they feel like flannel. Mmmm . . .
Now, I’m off to Nonesuch to pick up some goodies.
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