I wanted to post this short little story as my Facebook status, but decided that might not be the appropriate venue. Instead, I decided to expand the story post just the link on Facebook, thereby covering my bases.
This morning, Mark stood up from the desk chair in our kitchen/office area and abruptly grabbed is left butt cheek.
"F&^#."
He had a GIANT rip in his pants. Like, huge. Big enough for me to put my hand in up to my elbow. True story. I did it (not while he was wearing them. That would've been weird... and difficult).
"Well, I guess you won't be wearing those pants today."
I start thinking about when that might have happened. And how funny it would have been if he had been walking around, oh, say, Target with pretty much his entire butt cheek (albeit covered in man-underpants) showing.
"When do you think that happened?" I ask.
"I do think I felt a ripping sensation just now."
"Oh, good." Shoot.
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