Under where?

Okay, so this blog is called "life&stuff". Today is when I get to talk about the "&stuff" bit of my life.

Disclaimer: this could be a bit awkward for some of you, and I'm sorry. But it's my blog and my prerogative. If you can't handle my life, then go read bakerella or something. Her blog is pretty cool.

So today I did a little bit of shopping, even though I TOTALLY should not have, considering I just wrecked my Tahoe and need to come up with roughly a grand to fix him. I'm also planning on relocating and all that jazz, so saving money should be a priority. Well, it is a priority, but when you see what I bought, you'll understand.

Actually, you probably won't understand. Not many people do. You'll find out soon enough.

So I went shopping at Buckle today, because they're literally the only place in my po-dunk little town with jeans long enough to fit my ridiculous jolly green giant legs. So I went shopping, and was SERIOUSLY just planning on window shopping. MAYBE trying a couple things on (like I did for an hour at the same store yesterday...oops), but DEFINITELY not buying anything. Okay, so I put some new shoes on layaway, but that's because THEY NEVER HAVE AWESOME SHOES IN MY SIZE. AND THEY FINALLY DID. AND THE SHOES ARE AWESOME. I need to validate myself sometimes. Okay all the time. But that's because I have self-love issues. 

ANYWAY, so I went to JUST put the shoes on layaway, and then....something happened.

I turned around from the main desk....

And....

I saw them.

I saw.....

The Underwear That Would Change My Life Forever. 

Okay, I KNOW what you're doing right now. You're either cracking the hell up, you just spit your drink all over your computer monitor, or you're going, "Oh holy hell, what the...this guy is such a freak." I GET THAT. Seriously, I know. I'm so weird, and I know I'm going to lose some friends over admitting this, but I buy underwear the same way some people buy shoes. I freakin' love 'em! I can't help it! I am a firm believer that a solid pair of underwear can make or break a day. Seriously. You can quote me on that.

Okay, let's get on with the awkwardness, shall we? So I saw the underwear from a distance, and the chick behind the counter helping me goes "OOOOOO. THOSE ARE BRAND NEW. I JUST BOUGHT MY BOYFRIEND A PAIR AND HE LOOOOOOVES THEM." and promptly drags me over to check them out. I was insanely skeptical when she told me the price, but I went ahead and bought them. Mostly because 1) they're awesome, and 2) I buy underwear based on the waistband. Seriously. Big waistband with a legit logo = bought. Thin waistband = reject. Lame-ass logo = reject. Apparently I spent too much time trying to emulate the boy band underwear pictures from the 90s to work through that idolatry. Whatever, I've got issues.

So I paid for my shoe layaway and bought the underwear and a super soft white and charcoal raglan tee and left. And you bet your buns when I got home and tried those puppies on (I had to try them on. What good is buying underwear if you don't try it on when you get home?) and OH. MYGOODNESS. Seriously the most comfortable, well-cut and awesome-fitting underwear I've ever owned. Hands down. 

I just realized I should probably 1) show you what these puppies look like and 2) shamefully tell you how much I paid for them. This is the style/cut, but not the pattern, here.The fabric of mine is sort of argyle-y/plaid in white, blue and electric red. And they were.....*cough*....$30. I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW. Spare me. But seriously. Girls, if you have a guy friend out there who's in need of some new underwear, or even if he's not, BUY THESE FOR HIM. Guys, BUY THESE. Seriously. Soooooo worth it. They're actually raw denim, but still insanely soft. It's crazy. G-Star for the win. 

Um....I think that's it. 

To recap: G-Star RAW underwear is God's gift to my tush...&stuff.

-M