so on sunday i decided to go into sioux falls to find some desperately needed jeans. i was determined to go it alone, a woman on a mission. i literally had to fight the steering wheel to turn into the dreaded mall. i really just wanted to go to scheels, but decided that enough fleece is enough (or is it?) besides, i needed jeans. and i was determined to purchase them in a store that didn't also sell kayaks.

so. first stop was the gap, which is usually my go-to store for jeans. they make 'em tall. but apparently, they also make them at buttcrack level.

onto the next store.

and the next.

you know, i've never really had trouble buying jeans until this stupid low rider trend came along.

and the next.

and the next.

i hate this mall and i hate jeans and i am going to just wear nothing but sweats forever more.

and the next.

and i am so outa there.

i came home jeanless but happy to jump into my faithful under armour sweats.

fast-forward to tonite. i had to go into SF for a few things, and decided to make my mandatory stop at (AH!) scheels. and there they were. totally folded up in my size, super dooper cute and covering up every inch of my buttcrack. the jeans. at scheels. purchased in less than 10 minutes.

i will never ever stray again.