Pants II

We have made it to Omaha for the wedding. We are hours before it starts, getting dressed, and Chad looks at me after putting on his pants, and says...these are too long and I can't wear them!! I just looked at him with a glazed over look, thinking of myself running around trying to find 36" length pants. I still have that glazed over look now as I writing this story. I politely said, you are wearing the pants : ) ...end of story.

Pants

So, it is 2 days away from my sister's wedding...
A week ago I asked Chad to try on an old suit to see how it fit and if we need something new. He tells me it is just a little snug, but should work. The following days after trying on the suit he starts working out. So, Tuesday he works out for 2 hours after working 10 hours. So, I ask him why he is working out like a mad man? He tells me that he needs to lose 5lbs. before the weddding in order to be comfortable in the suit.
So yesterday begins my search for some new pants for him. Evidently, 36 length pants have to be special ordered!! After hours of searching around town, I walk into Dillards into the big & tall section. There is one pair of pants with 36 length!! What happens when new pants enter the wardrobe? new shoes, new socks, tie, shirt, etc...ahhhhh! This story seemed much more dramatic yesterday than it does typed out today...oh well that's life.

Coming up short

Chad and I just spent 4 1/2 hrs. watching the Wimbeldon finals. Watching Andy Roddick play the best tennis I have ever seen him play against Roger was fantastic, and watching him shank that last ball just made me sick and sad. Someone who has so much potential and reaching new heights after playing for so many years is inspiring, and yet coming up short is too cruel of an outcome. Does Roger deserve 15 grand slam titles, absolutely. I just didn't want him to get it this time.