I'm not wearing any pants right now...

...and there's a good reason for it.

First, let me explain to you that I only have five (yes, 1-2-3-4-FIVE) pairs of jeans here. And my #1 very favorite top-gun most excellent A-1 mucho bueno pair of jeans are my good ol' Levis. I looove these jeans. I've had them for yeeeears. Like a trusted friend, these low-rise denim jeans have been there through all of my ups and downs (emotionally, physically, weight-wise, etc.) and they have magically form-fitted to my body. They are loose where they need to be loose, snug where they need to be snug, and don't give me what I call "bucket butt" -- where the back gapes open and shows your bootie when you bend over. Gotta love a pair of jeans like that, right?

Something bad happenend to my beloved Levi's the other day. I could have cried; I know I let out a little whimper. I looked down and -- gasp! -- there was a little tear in them.

NOOOOOOO!

Sad, but true. I have no idea how it happened, but there's a small rip just above my right knee. I figure it will only get worse from here. That little tear is going to slowly grow and grow and grow until I have to hold my pant leg on with safety pins. (How attractive.) I wonder if I should do the humane thing and put them out of their misery before they suffer too much, similar to Old Yeller...

So, the reason I'm not wearing any pants is because I needed to read the tag inside my jeans and NOT because I'm some strange "blog-when-you're-naked" pervert. I'm sending out an SOS (or, an SOJ, in my case) to all of you good people out in Blogger Land. If anyone can hunt down a pair of Levi's 313 Nouveau Boot Cut jeans, size 6M, I would be MUCH obliged. (Actually, the little brown leather tag on the outside of the jeans says they're a "515 M" -- who knows what that means?) I don't know how I will ever get these jeans from you, but I looked and looked for a replacement pair back when I was in the States, but couldn't find anything quite as perfect as this pair. I know it will be damn near impossible to replace my wonderful hip-hugging, comfie jeans, but I thought I'd throw my request out there and see what happens...

(Funny -- Joel just walked in the room and said, "Jenny...Why are you almost naked?")  :-)

Until we meet again, stay thristy my friends!