Husband Clothes

Alright, this one’s a doozy. These are my husband’s favorite pants. Can you tell? They are (as in WERE) good, quality pants–Levi’s, you know, not the type you’d expect to wrinkle like aluminum foil.

But the problem doesn’t lie in the fabric. No, the problem is my husband’s firm belief that pants can be worn 20 times before they are washed. (I will add right now that despite all logic, after 20 wears of pants, my husband does NOT smell. If he did, I would be the first to let you know.) Here is a photo before I go any further:

Moving right along, my husband wears these pants with the florescent green pirate shirt below. He wears this nifty little combo to work at LEAST twice each week. And washes it once every 2 months. Meaning I wash it once every 2 months.

These pants are classified as UNT (Urgently Need to be Trashed). But I would be killed. I think my husband would divorce me 10 times before he’d give these things up. I can be slick sometimes though. So if anyone has any sneaky ideas on “accidents” that could happen to these pants–do let me know. (But they have to be good, as in no “oops, I accidentally ran over your pants with the lawn mower” stories. I’m thinking perhaps our three-year old marks up the pants while I’m “in the bathroom” or something of this nature.)

While I’m at it, do you enjoy the tie things at the bottom? I sure do. My favorite is the tie thing sticking out through the zipper. I am sure those guys come in handy.

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