Got home from work, took a run with the husband & pup, threw back some day-old sushi, quick shower, and am now about to head out for small group but first had to share this quick story:
These dynamite NorthFace shorts are legendary. If I had a #1 fan, they would spend thousands on these off of ebay. The aforementioned shorts were purchased from Ross Dress for Less for $3.99. (Yeah, I know- good deal for North Face shorts). So right off the bat, they're already miracle shorts. I purchased them my senior year in college, copying my uber-cool roommate, Cara "Latin Sensation" Sanders.
I wore them all the time. To walk around, to hang out with my new boyfriend, Adam Jennings, to the store- I loved them. Adam & I hadn't been dating too long when college ended and Cara & I moved into a little rent house. The former tenants (friends of ours who went to our church) still hadn't moved out completely, so we were kinda sharing a house with all our junk and the ac wasn't working too well (Not great for June in Texas). Well, my hamper was buried somewhere in the garage so I just used a big, black garbage bag. So one day I had gone for a run in these miracle shorts and thrown them in the garbage bag of clothes and drew the yellow stringy thing and hung it on the closet door. Well, a few mornings later, Adam & I were going to go on a run with Powers before work. I couldn't find any shorts so I pulled my miracle shorts out of the dirty clothes trashbag, threw 'em on, and ran out the door. Adam & I began running Powers.
Now, for some reason, Powers is acting really weird on the run. Like, he is all up in my grill even though Adam has the leash. And he keeps shoving his nose into my shorts. "Quit, Powers!" I playfully holler. But I'm getting nervous. "What's that smell?" Adam asks.
"Um, I don't know," I reply, now perfectly realizing that it's the fragrance of my sweaty shorts left for 3 days in a sealed garbage bag in a 90 degree house.
By now, I'm getting tangled in Power's leash as he tries to inhale the fragrant aroma of my shorts.
A few minutes later: "Is it on your shoes?" Adam asks.
"Um, no, I don't think so."
A few painful minutes later: " I think it might be your shorts. Is there something in your pocket?"
Long story short, I don't know how Adam continued dating me and, behold, married me after getting a whiff of these shorts. My roommates cackled and howled and it took many a wash to get the smell out. Even today, after a hard work out, you can smell the faintest whisper of stank. Okay, maybe it's not so faint. But these were the miracle shorts and so even today, I must run in them. $3.99, people!