Cracktastic

I don’t mean to be crude, but I really can’t think of a polite way to say it. My daughters have a problem with crack – of the butt persuasion, that is. Bless their hearts, they can’t keep up a pair of pants to save their lives. The problem is their little waists require a smaller size, while their heights demand something closer to their actual age. It’s a lose-lose situation. They either wear high waters or low riders. Since it’s cold outside, I went with the low riders… they can always wear a long shirt! In this respect, they are their Poppy’s grand-daughters.