Well, I probably shouldn't tell this story because it's not about me but about The Boy, but it's so darned funny I can't help myself . The Boy is a small guy. We often joke that between the two of us, we almost make up one average adult male in weight (I'm 130 lbs and he's 140, neither of us tops 5'5").

So one night we had done laundry and folded before going to bed, then got up the next morning and I had gone to work and afterwards he woke up and got to work. Later on that evening when we were both home from work I did a double-take. All of a sudden The Boy looked very.... curvaceous.

I asked him what jeans he was wearing, and he said they were his, he'd folded them last night and put them in his closet. And I started laughing and asked if I could see the tag, and sure enough, he had been wearing my size 8 women's boot cut jeans (he did look rather bootylicious in them).

He was so embaressed, he got changed out of them right away, saying he thought they'd felt odd all day.

The best part is, he works in a male-dominated techy engineering company. I'm sure some of the guys thought he was going a bit off in the fashion department (but he really doesn't have a clue about fashion, i guess this proves it).

The worst part? I think he may have looked better in my jeans than me....