Big Buckaroo: "Honey, do you think you could put a patch on these jeans? They are still good enough to wear up at the cabin to work."
The Park Wife: "Are you serious? Look at that huge rip in a not so good place."
Big Buckaroo: "Oh, just put a patch on them and they will be fine."
The Park Wife: "Baby, I could go buy you a pair at Goodwill that cost less than a patch and are in better shape."
Big Buckaroo: "They really are fine, just need a little patch, no one will see them but us."
--a few more minutes of this back and forth goes on---
The Park Wife: *****Sigh**** "O.K., I will take care of it."
And take care of it I did!
I totally crack myself up. Husband, not so much, but I laughed very hard when he saw them. He packed them for his trip to the cabin this weekend. I hope he is wearing them when our Mennonite neighbors come over to talk to him about saw milling and insulation for the cabin.
The Park Wife