The Buttmark

One time when I went to a sledding hill in SnowStorm City, a big one, it was all iced over and I discovered I could rocket down the hill in my new jeans (no sled needed). Which I did, repeatedly, leaving blue streaks down the hill and on my legs. The jeans turned white--just where I was sitting--the mark of my legs and butt clear on the back of the jeans. I thought it was terribly embarrassing, but now they sell jeans like that! AK! (from a comment on jo(e)'s blog.)