I'm sitting here in jeans so tight I can't cross my legs. This wasn't my idea. My 13-year-old daughter and the saleslady in the Lucky Jeans store told me to buy jeans a size too small.
"You have to buy them too small if you want them to fit," says the saleslady. I don't tell her that's an oxymoron because my daughter already thinks I'm a nerd, and is mortified enough that we're shopping in the same store.