It is just no one told my husband.
Last week marked my SIX MONTH wedding anniversary, and while both my mom and Pep’s dad made fun of us for celebrating, we did anyway. We had a nice romantic dinner. He bought me roses. We reminisced about our wedding day. He gave me fat pants.
I kid you not.
There is, however, a story there.
A few months ago Pep saw an advertisement on TV for pants that reduce cellulite and inches. Apparently, all you have to do is wear them to notice a change (or you can work out in them to stimulate fat loss, but I don’t recommend that option). I walked in the room immediately following this commercial to which he said, “Can you believe that crap? Pants that make you lose weight…” or something along those lines.
I replied with, “I’d LOVE those pants… I’d wear them.”
You can imagine Pep’s surprise when I eagerly unwrapped my present, opened the box, held up the gift, and asked, “Is it a bad sign when your husband gives you FAT PANTS for your anniversary?”
I would give anything to go back to that moment and have my camera.
Shocked look. Open mouth. “But… but… you said you wanted them!”
Being the confident lass I am, I thanked Pep for the gift and immediately tried them on, for I accepted this present in the nature it was given.
“But how did you know my size?” I asked him.
“I had to measure your jeans.”
To which I got the most precious mental image of him holding up my David Kahns with a measuring stick.
After faithfully wearing my fat pants for five mornings, I can’t say if I notice a difference. I’m definitely not fatter, which is, ya know, a good thing. And it is possible my thighs a tad bit slimmer. It’s possible. It is! It is possible!
Well, I don’t know.
What about you? Would you get insulted if your honey bought you fat pants, and men… would you buy them?
Here’s hoping all of your gift giving experiences are as fun as this one. Happy LT!