Today I mentioned to Coy that he seemed to be wearing my jeans. Yeah, he said, I kinda wondered about that. If I have time after breakfast I'll change them. He wound up wearing them all day, including to the day program.

Jeans are jeans, right? Pretty unisex. Except these were a stretch fabric with a flare at the cuffs, from Coldwater Creek. They looked retro on him. He should have had long sideburns and a double knit leisure jacket! It didn't bother him so it didn't bother me. At least they didn't have a lace butterfly on the butt.

It occured to me that I should be able to wear Coy's jeans, if mine fit him. Then I remembered he wears elderly-gentlemen tailored jeans by Haggar, and that prospect became less appealing.

Sometimes ol' Lewy is pretty entertaining.

You should have put some good disco music on and danced with him in that get-up!!! That was an uplifting posting!

I'm glad you can see the humor in some of these situations. Sometimes I feel like my life is a sitcom.

Quite a few years ago--well pre-Lewy--we were on vacation and getting dressed in our hotel room. We both had identical LLBean khaki pants and he came out of the bedroom angry because I had 'shrunk his pants' and he couldn't even zip them. Of course, he was wearing mine.

Pat, funny how that same laundry load shrunk his and stretched yours out, huh?