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Thursday, May 8
Pantsed!

I was in the restroom at work yesterday, and... well... anyway, I was sitting there, and when I happened to glance down I noticed that I could see the floor through the seat of my pants. "Strange," I thought. "I've never been able to do that before."

A quick test revealed that no, I hadn't suddenly developed X-Ray vision, so a closer inspection was called for. Soon it became clear that, after many years of faithful service, the seam that runs down the front and under and up the back had let me down, leaving a 6-inch long tear in my pants. These pants had never let me down before, and I'm really not sure why they decided to give up the ghost at such an embarrassing time (at least my co-workers now have the answer to the vexing "boxers or briefs?" question). I had to go home and change into a pair of pants whose loyalty has never been in question.

It's tough to make fun of yourself when you split your pants. Instead of comparing myself to Jennifer Lopez (for the first, and last, time) I'll instead talk about my wife's strange habit of taking a change of clothes (at least) with her everywhere she goes.

When I met my wife she was in the process of moving from South Carolina to Dallas, with a quick detour to Mardis Gras in New Orleans. Consquently she had pretty much everything she owned in the back of her car, and it stayed there for several months, even after she moved in to her new apartment. Once we were in a bookstore when I snagged my pants on a nail and tore a small (those were the days!) hole. She said, in all seriousness, "Don't you have another pair in your car?"

Even after we got married she didn't unpack her car for several months. Only moving into our first house convinced her that she should plan on staying for more than a couple of days. Of course during our recent homeless period she and the kids virtually lived out of the Suburban. She had to make a trip out to the car every morning just to have clothes for the kids to wear to school. All the neighbors thought we were gypsies.

Quote of the day: "Pants not make one great." -Yoda. Check out more at the Star Wars Pants Page.


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