We're going to the World's Toughest Rodeo tonight. This necessitated a trip to the western store, since Himself had no western jeans to wear. While we were there, I thought, what the hell, and grabbed a pair of Wrangler cowboy cut jeans for myself. Off to the dressing room, I went, skinned off my size 6 Vanderbilts and went "bzuh?"
11's were snug, 13's too big.
Made him try on his jeans, and he went up a size. I declined. Stopped at Walmart on the way home, in the middle of my complete freak out. Levis. 8 longs. Meltdown successfully averted.