Low riser jeans
Well, I just bought me some new jeans at American Eagle, and I have this little, um, problem with them. Ya see, Every time I bend over, a three inch swatch of my underwear is brandished to the world for all to see (and chuckle at.) We're talkin "Hanes My Way" here, people. I'm one of those weirdo moms who hate shopping so much, that when my clothes starts to look like the wardrobe set to Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm or Tobacco Road, I run through Target like a damn McCormick Reaper gobbling up anything cheap, in my size, and on an endcap near the aisle. So underwear fashiion is a pathetic casualty of my aversion to shopping discriminately. Six pack of Hanes bikini briefs, why not. I love my low hip risers, but I have to make a serious choice here, Either I buy sexier looking underwear and toss all the mones that look like potato sacks or bedspreads, or I learn that special crouch that prevents any more than a 10 degree angle of waist bend. Decisions, decisions. What's a girl to do?