It’s not because they didn’t fit. (Sadly- they do) It’s not because I don’t like them. (I LOVE my comfy fat pants- sweats) It’s because it was simply, time.

The elastic waist band (two inches of perfectly comfy wide- waistband that sat perfectly on my hips- at one time) had broken through it’s fabric casing. The velour was thread bare in the back end and knees. (That’s attractive) The gaps created by the elastic breaking through the waist band had become dangerous. (No teenager wants his moms pants to fall down- even if she ONLY wears them at home.- It’s just plain disturbing. ) There were small holes at the ankles where a certain BAD DOG liked to try to drag me around by the ankles. (If nothing Sami is gutsy)

I think my husband was sick of them- and too kind to say it. (Let’s face it- if I thought of them as “fat-pants” how “hot” could they be? —I only wore them at night-sexy? NOT)

So it was time. I couldn’t take a picture- because my eyes were “sweaty” ( My DH’s code for tearing up) Ok— I didn’t actually cry… but you know- they were “special.”

We shall now have a moment of silence for my fat-pants.

*************sigh*************weep*************wipe a tear***********move on********

If you were stopping by for something a bit “more” today- Please stop by “Laced With Grace”

You can read my take on Todays’ CWO Quote:

“When God is involved, anything can happen. Be open and stay that way. God
has a beautiful way of bringing good vibrations out of broken chords.”
Chuck Swindoll~