Sunday, November 18, 2007
Many of you know about Abram's blue Adidas pants. He named them his Saturday pants for obvious reasons. Every Saturday (and Sunday really) he slips those babies on to start his weekend right. Today I remembered something I haven't thought of in a very long time: Dad's yellow sweat pants. Suddenly I realized that in a few years, Abram and I are going to have some major issues to deal with.
For about ten years of my life my dad wore the same yellow sweat pants every Saturday (along with his Blacktops, but that's another story for another time). As you can imagine, after 10 years they were paper thin and had several holes in them. My mom would frequently tell him it was time to get rid of the yellow sweats, but he refused. So finally she did what she had to and stole the pants and put them out in the garage to send away with the garbage man. The next Saturday, out comes my dad in his yellow sweats. Shocked, my mom asked, "Where did you get those?!" Equally bewildered he responded, "Someone put them out in the garage!"
I'll make sure to post about it when that Saturday comes for us.