"No one could live in London for long without developing a love for the place" -Gordon B. Hinckley

"No one could live in London for long without developing a love for the place"  -Gordon B. Hinckley

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Ripped Pants..


I honestly don't know how this happened. All I know is that my favorite pairs of jeans are now dead.

This morning I was innocently putting them on, minding my own business, did a little side lunge (a really small one...really small) to stretch them out so they'd fit...you know what I'm talking about...and the next thing I know half my jeans are gone.

It's all a blur, I was in shock right after it happened. I think I cried a little...I mean come on. Do you know how hard it is to find a good pair of jeans when you have muscle on your legs?! I guess I have a funny story...the only thing is now I have no pants.

I didn't even know it was possible for pants to rip that badly. I wasn't even trying to. Pretty sure I beat everyone for pants ripping stories. I still can't believe that happened...I feel like it was a nightmare but then I pull those jeans out and there's definitely a rip from the crotch down to the knee.


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