blog name

To copycat my friend Shannon, (which is how this blog initially came into existence) I thought I'd comment on my blog's name. It comes from a 'you had to be there' moment. I state this only so that your expectations for hilariosity (or mere chortleosity) will be, well, lessened.

Just for sheets and giggles, let's play choose your own adventure. The history of farmer pants (he's in my genes!) is as follows:

a) an awkward night of camping, ala brokeback mountain, while interning in san francisco during the summer between my freshman and sophomore years in college

b) while visiting my grandparents in nebraska last summer, i awoke one morning to find that i had misplaced my new $79 pair of uniquely dark washed/strategically shredded Lucky jeans. only to discover that my grandfather, who rises at 4:30 to perform his daily farm chores, had mistakenly pulled my jeans from the dryer when he dressed that morning. and then later in the day returned with fresh pig poo 'dingling' from his (my) pant legs

c) while visiting my friends 'the charming sharmans' in costa rica last summer, i characteristically made a non-segue comment about feeling at peace in the country by stating, "there is a farmer in my genes." which was followed by howling laughter and cheryl sharman exclaiming, "you said there was a little farmer man in your pants!"

d) an inexplicable conversation about the skills listed at the bottom of my own personal "superhero/alter ego" resume

e) having eaten quickly at mcdonald's one clear day in virgina last fall, and then going for a light jog on a wilderness path with my brother, i subsequently realized that i had "gambled and lost"

f) your own funnier story that i will steal and use as my own