Ok. I’m confused. Many of you read my post yesterday about HOW I SAW A BEAR. Yet, most of your comments and inquiries have been about my new jeggings.
Maybe you didn’t understand me. I SAW A BEAR! Not in a cage. Not on TV. I’m not talking football people. I am talking real live bears at the front door, like, “Hello. I am a bear. I am here to maul you.” That kind of bear.
Do you really just want to hear about my jeggings? You do? Wow.
Ok, for those of you not in the know, jeggings are jeans/leggings. Like sporks (spoons/forks, in case you’ve never been on a picnic). So, essentially they look like jeans but feel like leggings. The joy of a jegging is that it is ALL ELASTIC but completely fashionable. Isn’t that wild? As wild as THE BEAR ON MY PORCH?
Lots of fat chicks like me say they would never be caught dead in jeggings. But they also say they’d never be caught dead in bathing suits or being on top. (Sorry, Dad!) What kind of life is that? If you don’t like looking at my thighs in these awesome elastic pants that tuck into my awesome knee high boots that were specially made for my wide calves, I think you ought to come over here and meet my bear.
I’ll just be over here eating more chips, thankyouverymuch.

I am new to your blog and glad to have found it! This post is so-o-o-o funny!
I still can’t imagine putting my old thighs into jeggings though…but, you go girl!
I already knew what jeggings were because I am so fashionable and trendy. As for the bear, didn’t he look kind of cuddly? Like you wanted to give him a hug or something? A friend of mine went on a hike recently and there was a bear just kind of hanging out along the trail and she took the best picture. A Bear in the Mist. Kind of like that. And I said, “I want to pet him.” And she said, “Me too!” But he probably would have eaten her, so. You know.
And you even look pretty eating chips. Compliment guy was right!
A Bear? Really? You know what? I hear bears really hate jeggings!
where is your picture of the body in the jeggings? you are so trendy! xo ma
jeggings AKA stretch pants of the 60s totally rock when you cant button your jeans!
awesome vacation—-
gen, i think your brush with wilderness has altered your brain chemistry. i will be confiscating said jeggings immediately upon your return to chicago. i feel a jegging intervention is needed here.