Holy Pants! in The Napkin.

So I was getting into my car this morning when I noticed a MASSIVE HOLE IN MY PANTS. Like, right along the seat of my pants. If it was there yesterday, I have no idea how I didn’t notice.

Actually, in fishing out my pockets yesterday, I found some scraps of paper dated 2019. (Sooo glad I write the date when I write things down.) So, I hadn’t worn the pants in two years. My obsession with wearing shorts aside, I do also have some cords I wear sparingly. I’m theorizing I stopped wearing said holy pants because of the GIANT HOLE.

I had that split second decision of “Do I risk being late for work, or do I risk someone seeing my knickers?”

If anyone saw my underbum, they didn’t say anything.

On my break, I bought new khaki cargo pants and phew, I definitely felt a little warmer afterwards. (In a good way.) I mean, there was a GIANT HOLE NEAR MY BUM. Not to mention, new clothes are going to be less threadbare.

Anyway, hope you smiled at my misfortune. ( :