I used to have a little sign which said that. Every once in a while, I would come across the sign in a pile (see? I told you) and it would verify itself.
And in the course of cleaning, I've just discovered two more pairs of jeans that fit: one hanging in a closet (I vaguely recall the idea possessing me of hanging these up to save room elsewhere) and another I don't even vaguely remember but which I found in the middle of a pile (of course). This effectively doubles the pairs of jeans I own, which is a lovely surprise. It's like being visited by the clothes fairy. Which only seems fair since I had several pairs stolen when I used to wash clothes in a public laundry room.