Originally Posted by toogie

This made me think about jeans you like. I had a pair of jeans that must have looked good on me because my oldest grown grandson told me so. -lol well I had them on the day I broke my leg. My daughter rode in the ambulance with us and was in the ER when I stopped them because they were fixing to cut my jeans off me. My daughter couldn’t believe I was upset or worrying about my jeans. She said MOM! The staff said I wouldn’t want them to have to pull them off so I relented , however grudgingly, and I probably cried about my jeans. After that found out both long bones beneath my knee was broken. I was pretty much out of it for 2 days and when I did wake up good, my daughter still was talking about how she couldn’t believe I was worrying about my jeans instead of my leg!-lol I can’t remember anything about the pockets though.