I thought it would be funny to get Jason in a pair of skinny jeans.

He agreed so we headed to the mall.

Anticipation mounted as we went from store to store in search of the perfect pair. Wanting to avoid looking like he was fifteen, we steered clear of the purples and yellows. Finally we settled on a nice grey with ankles tapered to perfection.

We could hardly contain ourselves as we waited for the salesman to unlock the fitting room door. I got my camera ready because we knew it was going to be hilarious.

Jason pulled them on and buttoned them up. Preparing ourselves for the laugh that was to come, we looked first at each other and then to the pants.

I attempted to get a good picture from multiple angles but it wasn't working out. We tried to brush it off as the fitting room being too small for pictures but we knew it was something more.

The pants.

They just weren't that funny.

In fact, they didn't look that bad.

And just as our anticipation of the ultimate laugh had lifted us up, disappointment sent us crashing back down to reality harder than we ever thought possible.

Dumbfounded, we returned the pants to the racks and left the mall. Any plans we'd had for the rest of the day no longer mattered. There was nothing I could have purchased that would be worth more than the lesson I learned.

It doesn't matter how funny you want something to be, preconceived notions are no match for what is real.

And so, even though skinny jeans look better on my husband than I'd hoped, they will always, always be funny on Danny DeVito.

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