The Girl Who Ripped Her Pants...

So I pulled a Spongebob today. And the best part of it was that I didn't even realize I had a gaping tear along the seam of my right rear pocket (and then some) until... oh, about half an hour ago. Doh! I mean, you'd think I'd at LEAST have felt a breeze or somethin.

Thanks for Tellin Me

Gram and I were about ready to leave my folks' place after our Sunday Family Night for me to take her home, and Pop and I were giving each other our usual good-natured hastle. Then he pulls out his trump card: "Well YOU have a hole in your pants!"

Now, since my father has a 31-year long history of pulling my leg, I didn't believe him until he ellicited the corraboration of my mother. And then I still had to check the mirror to be sure. And sure enough... there it was. Evidently, I walked in this evening that way. Upon being questioned as to WHY he didn't mention something earlier, his innocent reply: "Well, I thought you'd done it on purpose."

Of course, since I got to my folks' place that way, I obviously ALSO conducted my merry self at the grocery store in the exact same condition. I WONDERED about a strange look or two thrown my way. *sigh*

Handy Solution

Amway, I originally figured I'd just chuck the jeans... but upon further thought I think I might just keep em to wear with a fun pair of boxers (perhaps with smiley faces all over them.) *grin* I know, I know... the idea's hardly a novel one, but it's certainly a new style for me!

But hey... the good news is: I actually finally have an ass that can fill out a pair of jeans enough to rip em! Woo-hoo! I've waited my whole life for this moment... *wiping a tear*