My life has been a basket of busy-ness the past several weeks. I'm pretty sure this has been the busiest time of my life! So much has been going on. Work has been hectic but good, the kids all started back to school, Jimmy and I helped my sister Elizabeth move into her dorm for her freshman year of college, and we celebrated our one year anniversary! And that's not even all, but to list everything would take days!
A few weeks ago Jimmy and I went to church with his Mamaw in Camden. Jimmy's great-grandpa mortgaged his home to pay for the first Cullendale Assembly of God, and they just recently were able to build a new facility to house their congregation. I think the old church burned down. It was so neat to go in that church and see everyone recognize my sweet boyfriend from 15 years ago. That's how long its been since he's been to that church! Also, it'd been a few years since I've sat through a church service and I immediately realized that church puts me to sleep.
Sometimes I feel like all I do is laundry. I sometimes wish I didn't have so much to do (doesn't everyone?) but then I realize that doing less laundry would mean wearing less clothing. If I wear something one time, there's an 80% chance that I will need to wash it before I wear it again. Not because it's dirty, but because I am just crazy about that type of thing.
I have a friend, Robert, who entered into the following conversation with me a while back:


Andrea: Robert, those jeans are awesome!
Robert: Thanks, I love them too.

----two weeks later---

A: I just love those jeans, they always look so good on you.
R: Ya I feel that way too. I never even wash them! I just wear them over and over, probably three times a week, and they just get better!
A: Wait, you for real don't wash those?
R: Nope. Remember the first time I wore them? Well I haven't washed them yet! In fact, I didn't even wash them before I wore them!
A: Strange...


I just couldn't get this situation out of my mind. At the time, Robert and I were great buddies, doing everything together. Working out, playing, going out downtown to one particular piano bar that had an endless supply of cigarette smoke (seeping into every thread on those never-washed jeans...gross), double dating, talking about whatever was on our minds. Basically a great friendship. I began noticing that he would wear those jeans EVERYWHERE, even when he had a lot of other jeans he could wear. He just loved the worn in, dirty feel of those pants. Funny, though, they never smelled bad. I think he Febreez'd them.
Well time has passed and since those wild days Robert and I have both grown up a little, both moved and moved on from those times of constant togetherness. He got married to the beautiful Amber and moved to Oklahoma, and I haven't seen him in quite some time.
Until...three weeks ago Jimmy and I took his brothers to that same piano bar (my fave, actually) for their 21st birthday. Imagine my surprise when I see my friend Robert there! He and Amber were down for the day and decided to visit downtown. And he was wearing...those same jeans! I didn't bother to even ask, because I knew the answer. Those jeans still have not been washed (unless Amber ambushed him and did it). My friend is not dirty, but he wears dirty clothes sometimes.
I, on the other hand, must wear clean clothes. I will wear certain things multiple times. Such as jackets, business suits, and a tank top here or there. I know, I could cut down a lot of laundry time if I would just wear my jeans a couple of times, but I can't do it. They just don't feel the same! I love the feel of clean, crisp (I hang my jeans, no dryer allowed for those!) blue jeans on my body. Sounds like a cheesy country song...Blue Jeans on my Body.