So this morning I decide to go out and pick blueberries--I have a couple of bushes in my back yard. On my way out I'm showing my hubby my new pants I bought yesterday, stretchy jean-type with metal studs on the side, down the lower leg. I was so excited to find something that fit-stretchy waist AND fashionable.
You are going to get blueberries all over them, he says. No I won't--I've been picking berries for a couple of weeks now and only get stuff on my shoes and I always check them before coming in the house, I say. Well---sure enough--half way thru the job I feel something on my thigh--its wet. Yup, squashed blueberries on BOTH thighs!
I always take a stool to sit on to pick the berries and must have sat in some dropped ones when I moved the stool. Curses! I think he hexed me! My pants are now in the washer -- we will see if the stuff comes out. Luckily the jeans are dark blue.
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