Sale Ends

Did you hear about that jeans sale at Old Navy?

A month or so ago, they had all their jeans on sale. $7 for kids and $12 for adults.  When you have five kids to buy jeans for, this is something you just can't pass up.  I didn't get there as soon as it opened like I had planned.  Mainly because my husband stays up until all hours (3 or 4 A.M.!!!) playing Xbox with his brothers, and can't get up in the morning.  So when I did get there, the line was horrendous.  I am talking an hour wait!  They had the people snaking through the whole store.  I'm not a happy shopper, and lines are not my thing, and since I had my whole family with me (we always do our Saturday outings together), I left.  I put down all the jeans I picked out, and left.  Oh well, I didn't actually care that much.  The girls' jeans are normally only $14 each anyway, so 50% off isn't that much... right?  

Then we went to the Farmers Market.  There is a different Old Navy right by it.  I decided to check it out.  It was an hour or so later, so the lines were gone, but so were most of the jeans.  I found a few for the girls, and a pair for SCM.  There weren't any for Mads.  As I was walking out I passed the table with women's jeans on it.  I don't need any jeans, and I have been waiting to get down to a proper size before I buy any new clothes.  But for $12, I thought it was worth a look.  I ended up buying 2 pair that were a size smaller than my current jeans.  I figured I was losing weight, and I would be able to wear them soon.  

A couple days ago, I tried on the jeans.  They fit perfectly!  I was pretty excited, even though it is still a size (or two) bigger than I want.  I was down a jeans size, and I didn't even have to squeeze in.  I immediately pulled the tags off and threw a shirt on.  I was off to do my grocery shopping.  

I went to Smith's first.  Then to Costco.  Oh how I love Costco!  The carts are big, the aisles are big, the food is big, and unfortunately, my tab is usually big.  The kids were great.  The day was rolling along smoothly.

We were listening to my favorite CD on the way home.  I didn't hold back today.  I was singing and swinging my hands around beating my air drum.  Okay, I'm not actually that lame, but the visual was funny, right?  We were about half-way home when I put my hand down on it's usual resting spot.  I sort of wedge it in between the outside of my thigh and the car seat.  I noticed something on my pants.  Is that what I think it is?  No. No. Nooooo!

Yup.  It was the sticker that shows the size of my jeans.  Not a little sticker.  A big, long sticker that says the size like 26 times.  As if you couldn't see the first one, it screams it at you... 26 26 26 26 26 26.  That is obviously not my size.  Unless you were at Costco, you aren't going to find out.    

Picture my face as the realization flows over me.  Not only was a wearing the stupid sticker on my stupid pants the whole stupid day, which is embarrassing on its own, but I was telling everyone what size my stupid fat pants are.  Why couldn't it have been a size 6?  Then all the people, who politely looked away without telling me, might have been thinking... wow! she has such a cute size 6 tush!  Or... why couldn't Old Navy have gotten their stickers wrong, just this once, and it could have showed a size 4.  Then at least, the people would have been more confused than appalled at my jeans size.

Horrible, terrible, rotten, smelly, puky, dreadful day.    Vile.    Awful.

P. S.    This is not the first time this has happened.