Okizay. I was at me friend's birthday celebration this weekend and at her party, I contemplated the value of burning my jeans. Now, keep in mind that these were not just any jeans, these were a pair that I have had in my possesion since I was a wee (very wee), little third-grader. These jeans still fit me. Quite well. They were patched and held together with duct tape, the zipper was broken, and they were holey (in fact, the first time those jeans ripped was on the butt from when I jumped a fence). Anyhow, I decided that it was time these ancient pants (that I would still wear regularly) died. SO, as is tradition, we had a bonfire--wherein we dramatically--and tribally--set aflame my pants.

Liar, liar, pants on fire!