F*ck Up Friday – Crescent Moon.

Every payday, I do the finances then walk myself up to the bank to take out our cash and do any other running around I need to do.

On this particular day, I also took the long way to the library where I browsed for books, bending over in the aisles, crouching down and such. I was out for a couple of hours, just doing my own thing. It was cool and breezy but a good day for walking!

When Hubs came home, he found me on the couch reading one of my new books and when I got up to give him his allowance I heard him snort laugh.

“What!?” I queried. Snort laughing is out of character for the man who has to be reminded that babies need to see expressive faces, not flat affect.

” I don’t think you’re going to be able to wear those pants again!” he snickered rudely.

These are MY favourite pants! I wear them most days of the week. I’ve had them for a few years now and I’m already mourning their loss because they are so comfy and worn in….Ohhhhhh.

My hand flies to the seat of my pants and the direction of his laughing eyes – I’ve split my favourite pants from top to bottom, right alongside the seam.

FUCK!

I don’t wear regular undies – my entire ASS is hanging out! HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN LIKE THIS!?

Surely I would have felt a breeze! It was cool and windy day! Surely it happened when I was doing sit ups and not bent over picking out books. Surely, I haven’t been walking around town like this ALL DAY!? Surely someone would have said something!? Surely, I would have noticed strange looks! Right? Right?!

Le sigh. I’ll never know. Check your pants, Peeps. Check your pants for wear and tear.

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