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So how is it that you are supposed to start a story? Not a cutsy "once apon a time" story, but the, "you had to be there" kind. Oh yeah, I remember. "No shit. There I was..." (Yes, this is that kind of a story)

Anyway, so, no shit, there I was, sitting in the outfield of my son's kickball game. I'm hoping to avoid the fire ants while still getting some good shots of his team playing. It's
about halfway through the first inning when I hear it.

RRRRRIIIIPPPPPPPPP.

I carefully reach back from my squat to feel my pants. Whew. I guess I must have imagined it. No rip there.

About ten minutes later, I squat down to get a good action shot and I hear it again. This time it's a quiet rip. Once again, I feel my jeans (hoping all the while that I don't look like I"m picking my ass out here) Wheew. Still good.

Not long after, I shift and definetely hear it. RRRIIIPPP! This time, I feel a breeze. Oh, no. I'm out here in the middle of a kickball field and my underwear is hanging out of my pants that just tore. (at least I'm wearing clean underwear!)

And I reach back....oooohhhh there it is. A nice sized gash along the inside edge of the pocket. (which happen to be one of my oldest and most loved jeans)
not a problem. I can tie my jacket around my waist and nobody will notice. It's not THAT cold out here.

To make a long story short (HW is making waffles and keeps yelling for me to hurry up) I tore them AGAIN. Sigh. My favorite jeans. They were my first size 8 jeans that I ever got into. I remember being so proud to have lost the weight and sigh. They are gone. Oh well, I can squeeze into a 6 now, but my 8s were my feel good jeans....they don't feel so good now. oh well. At least I didnt' have 20 3 year olds see my underwear."

Comments
on Oct 29, 2005
Well, at least you had a jacket so your rear wasn't hanging out for all to see! And, at least you were wearing undies! I ripped my pants at work once and had to go home to change. V. embarrasing.
on Oct 29, 2005

Well, at least you had a jacket so your rear wasn't hanging out for all to see!


Amen to that! Last year I had a pair of pants rip open just below my butt cheek as I was getting out of the car to deliver a pizza (to a guy from my husband's unit, no less). I went up to the house, delivered the pizza, and waited for the guy to go back inside and close the door before I turned around to go back to the car. My first stop was Beall's on the way back to work. Changed into a new pair of pants in the changing room and brought the tag out to pay for them. Not something I will every forget.
on Oct 29, 2005

Can I laugh?  Just a little tee hee?

Thanks for a weekend smiler!

on Oct 30, 2005
A "clean underwear" story that doesn't include an ambulance! ;~D

on Oct 30, 2005
Changed into a new pair of pants in the changing room and brought the tag out to pay for them

hee hee hee. I seem to remember doing that with a shirt once after my son barfed on me!

Can I laugh? Just a little tee hee?

laugh your heart out.


A "clean underwear" story that doesn't include an ambulance! ;~D

I actually thought of you when I wrote this!
on Oct 30, 2005
I see Paris I see France

Glad no one saw your underpants