Jelly On My Belly. Hey, it rhymes

It's Saturday morning and I've just finished my breakfast. An omelette made by my sweetie complete with a "savoury brioche" from Kingston's Pan Chancho bakery.
I put on my "skinny jeans" and then ... oops.
Have you ever packed on a few pounds, sorta forgotten that they're there, and then zipped up your jeans over those jelly rolls, only to catch your belly in the zipper?
Um, yeah, me neither.