I was grocery shopping today, when a Mom approached me.
"I want to ask you a strange question," she said, her teenage daughter stayed in the background, mortified that her mother was speaking, much less to a stranger.
"Ok," I replied.
"Where did you get those jean shorts? I bought some 4 years ago, and I just can't find any to replace them! I love them!"
Her daughter is now wishing she could melt into the floor because not only is her Mom a) talking, b) to a stranger, but also c) asking where she can buy some Mom jeans.
"Kohls," I smiled and answered wondering if I should tell her just what type of jeans these are and that she really, really shouldn't buy any if she wants to maintain any credibility with her daughter.
How do I know these are Mom jeans? I raised my shirt and asked Dave to spot my belly button. It was not visible. That's the sign of Mom jeans.
Also, if you think I'm going to post a picture of my ginourmous boo-tay in a pair of Mom jeans on the internets for the world to see, you need to cut back on the amount of vodka you're drinking before noon! :-)