Bye bye said the jeans, see you again in summer then...

For days I have been rummaging through mountains of clothing, in search of hubby´s beloved Wranglers. I had ironed quite a lot of jeans recently, but hubby´s two pairs of Wranglers had went AWOL, all I fervently hoped I had not put those to the clothing drive in a fit of madness. Yesterday I got a message from my son: Dear mom, do not search for Pa´s jeans, I´ll bring them back when semester is finished. My first thought was to throttle that child of mine, which was fortunately beyond my power, because he is 1400km away in Italy, at a safe distance so to say. Now hubby has to scour clothing stores to get new jeans, special size, to make matters worse, and son will do the same in Italy. No, they can´t swap their trousers. Hubby is 1,96, all scrawny legs, while son is way shorter, though taller than most of Italians, and of burly stature. May both of them be lucky and find their desired size as soon as possible, or I will be condemned to iron pleated trousers till summer!