The Overalls

Well, I bit the bullet today and bought myself an excessive amount of blue denim cleverly disguised as bib overalls.

I’m telling you, they didn’t measure the denim in inches or feet. They measured it in miles.

They thought the guy wearing these overalls would have legs as big around as the Milky Way.

The overalls fit around my middle rather well. But when I walk, the pant legs don’t move. My legs don’t even touch the insides. Only God knows the damage and devastation a bare-legged Caleb walking around town would cause.

People look at me as I pass by, and they think I’m floating across the floor.

But at least now, when I’m working in the yard, the passersby won’t be blinded by the sun reflecting off my hinder parts. I’m talking full coverage. State Farm needs to take notes. I am excited about having my pants fastened by straps over my shoulders so that they don’t end up around my knees.

But I am worried about what to do when it’s time to utilize the sit-down component of the water closet.
There’s no flap on these things.

to anyone partial to blue denim,
– Caleb