I don’t know what sort of wicked game you’re playing with me, but if you don’t immediately cease your stretching and growing around the waist, I will be forced to either a) wear a belt or b) trade you in for a different pair.
You were my “skinny” jeans, too.
I feel so betrayed.
P.S. Tell the rings that they are on notice, too. If they can’t stop spinning around my fingers, they can be put back in the jewelry box.