My Superstar Husband

The back story to this is me saying that I needed some new jeans. I wanted some to wear with a pretty sweater that Jon got me last year. I said that I couldn’t find any jeans — and this is true — but I hadn’t really looked or had the opportunity to look that much either. The extent of my “looking” is usually a one minute survey of my size at Marshall’s. Also, the jeans these days don’t fit me so well. Usually, if I find a pair of jeans that fit me in general, the waist is way too big. I mean, like, so big that I could fit a sack of flour with me in the waist of the jeans. So finding a pair that fit *and* that I can afford is kind of rare.

So, last night, on his way back home from the autoparts store, he dropped in another store and brought home 3 pairs of jeans for me to try. And, they all fit. Every single pair. What a great guy.

Only one example of his superstar abilities. 🙂