Crazy thoughts part 2

So last night, I pulled out a bunch of pre-pregnancy pants from the storage closet and proceeded to try them on. (I currently have 5 pair that I can wear and am looking to increase the wardrobe). First pair...BINGO! Yea, so happy they fit. Second pair, jeans, whoa just a bit tight...gasp! I get them snapped and zipped, squeak out, "they're just a bit snug", take a deep breath and then...deep squat. Doug yelled, "don't split your pants!!!!" Um, heellooo, I won't split them. I'm stretching them. That's how you stretch jeans, duh. Can you believe he had never heard of that? Never in his life has he ever had to stretch out a pair of jeans. I'm flabbergasted. I'm super jealous. Maybe it's a man thing, but hey, he grew up with 2 sisters. Didn't they do the obligatory squats and stretches? Heck, I remember having a fabulous pair of jeans in college that were so tight I couldn't even put them on standing up. I had to be flat on my back in order to zip them up and then I did deep lunges down the dormitory hallway just to get them perfectly right. (sigh) I loved those jeans. Someone else decided they loved them too when they were stolen from the communal laundry of the dorm. I just hope the girl feels some guilt over her thievery whenever she's doing her squats.