On Saturday I went to Old Navy and bought a new pair of jeans. Sunday, I woke up a little late and scrambled to get ready for my trip. I wore new jeans to the airport. Please note, DH saw me several times after I was dressed. Fly to Charlotte then on to Hilton Head. Am in airports/airplanes for like 8 hours that day. Crash in hotel room, repeat last night.
It was not until this morning when I realized that the jeans I wore on Sunday had that stupid size sticker. No one mentioned anything to me on Sunday. I feel like such a dork- I mean those stickers are always on pants, and I have no idea why I didn't notice it.