Jean day

Today at work is jean day. Our excuse is that we're cleaning our training trailers, but it doesn't matter, we get to wear jeans to work!

The only problem with this...is that I have to see my other, matronly coworkers wearing jeans. I'm talking full-on high waisted, tapered legs, acid wash (ok, no acid wash) mom jeans.

I beg of those who know me - promise me this: if I turn into one of those women who wear mom jeans and holiday vests, please find a way to accidentally run me over with your car.

On an up note, we bought a couch this weekend. On a down note, it was the highlight of my weekend. When did this happen? Slowly, over the last few years, my weekends have gone from drunken adventures in the clubs of Seattle to buying furniture and cruising the internet on Saturdays.

Is this the first step towards mom jeans? Is this how is happens? And why am I so content? Argh!! I need a nip of vodka in my mocha.