Embarrassing Moment Number . . .
Oh I have lost count at this point!
Please tell me I am not the only person this has happened to.
The other night I was getting ready for bed when I discovered that the pants I was wearing had a large tear near the back pocket. This tear was big enough to have exposed my chonies.
Immediately my mind went racing through the Seven Stages of Grief:
1. Shock and Disbelief
"What is this? My eyes must be tired and playing tricks on me."
"That is so not a hole."
"God, I totally won't have a cupcake tomorrow if you erase this event from any one's mind who may have seen this hole."
"This happened because I haven't bought a pair of the new Men's Khakis yet."
"WTF? These pants are not even that old!"
"If I was walking around showing my underwear all day and no one said anything to me; then I just want to close the blinds and never leave this apartment again."
7. Acceptance and Hope
"That hole could have been a lot bigger. I need to just get over it. Did someone say NEW PANTS?"
I have fully convinced myself that the tear happened after I got home and that no one could see my underwear because the jacket I was wearing would have covered the "goods".
So take that Hole In Pants!
The Song Of The Day - I Begin To Wonder by Dannii Minogue