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Bluejean Blues
November 11, 2007

I have noticed something that highly concerns me. When I was younger, I would play tackle football in my bluejeans. I would climb trees in my bluejeans. I would ride my bike around the neighborhood, occasionally falling down in the process, in my bluejeans. I did all of this, and my bluejeans would rarely – if EVER – get holes in them.

Today, I wear my bluejeans as I drive to work, as I sit at my desk, and as I sit on my couch to watch TV. And somehow, my bluejeans become riddled with holes after only a couple of months.

So why the change?

Am I harder today on my jeans than I was as a kid? Or are jeans today just not made like they used to be?

A cynic would immediately assume it’s the latter: the makers of bluejeans have started cutting corners to reduce their costs and increase profits. I am usually a cynic, but I don’t want to be one any more. I want to be upbeat and positive.

With that in mind, I’ve decided to point all blame at yours truly. I must be doing something wrong.

Maybe I need to ease up a little when I sit down at my desk at work. And when I get up from my desk to go get one of my dozen cups of morning coffee, maybe I should move a tad slower.

When I put my hands in my pockets, I should be careful not to be too forceful. And when I put my bluejeans on in the morning, maybe I should do it one leg at a time just like the expression says I should.

And maybe, just maybe, I should stop doing yoga in my jeans during lunch at work.

I hope these changes work because I am currently down to only two pairs of jeans.

One has a slowly-growing hole approximately twice the size of my thumbnail in the middle of the right-thigh area. It also recently added a 8-inch tear in the right-calf area after getting hooked on a nail.

The other pair, my “good” pair, has a slowly growing hole in the – I guess there’s no other word for it – crotch area.

I think I can get another six or seven months out of these two, but after that I’m afraid that I’ll be forced to go shopping… at the mall.

Lord help me.

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