Pants and Peanut Butter

You might be wondering what's up with the new title and address (and if you aren't I'm going to tell you where it came from anyway). It's actually quite a fun story. The pants part is anyway. My nickname since highschool has been Jiff (like the Jif peanut butter) and it's always seemed to stick (no pun intended...I'm not that kind of girl). When I got to college within the first week I found the group of people whom I was going to grow to become great friends with. Included in this group was Andy of course along with 7 or 8 others. We were inseparable and did everything together. One day we decided to go to the gym and I had brought clothes to Andy's suite to see if anyone else had wanted to go. A few of us ended up going and I had changed clothes and left my jeans in Andy's room. We went with his roomate Alex. Now, you have to know that these jeans were stretchy and stretchy jeans usually mean they cling to you. Anyway, when we returned to the gym everyone else was laughing. Naturally curious I asked what was so funny and another friend pulls up a video. Andy had put my jeans on while we were gone. He is 6'2, I'm 5'4 so not only were they tight but they were also very short. It was VERY embarrassing but I'm not sure who was more embarrassed. Probably him since he had such a hard time getting them off. What a great memory. Who knew 6 years later we would be where we are today.

So there it is...Pants and Peanut Butter.

Anyone have any other good pants stories?