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Hello to all of my blogging friends. I haven't written in a while and thought I should put something on here to let you all know that I'm still alive and kicking. The following post was sent to me in an email from a friend of ours and I thought needed to be shared with the world. We can really relate to this at our malls around here. Kudos to whoever wrote this. It's still making me chuckle.
Take Care, God Bless, and GO VOLS!
Concerned Grandmothers Unite:
Many were wearing their daddy's jeans. Some jeans were so big and baggy they hung low on their hips, exposing their underwear. I know some must have been ashamed their daddy was short, because his jeans hardly went below their knees. They weren't even their daddies' good jeans, for most had holes ripped in the knees and a dirty look to them. It grieved us, in a modern, affluent society like America, there are those who can't afford a decent pair of jeans. I was thinking about asking my church to start a jeans drive for "poor kids at the mall." Then on Christmas Eve, we could go Christmas caroling and distribute jeans to these poor teenagers. Most also had on their little sister's top; it hardly covered their midsections. Oh, they were trying to hold their heads up with pride, but it was a sad sight to see these almost grown women wearing children's clothes. However, it was their underwear that bothered us most. They, like the boys, because of the improper fitting of their clothes, they had their underwear exposed. We had never seen anything like it. It looked like their underwear was only held together by a single piece of string. *Will you pray the guys' pants won't fall down, and the girls' strings won't break?
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