I can haz embarrassment?
I have this pair of trousers I think of as my 'hobbit pants'. This is because they are brown linen 3/4 length pants that look a lot like what Frodo wears in the LOTR movie. They are also two sizes too big for me and so very comfortable and great in hot weather. I was wearing them last weekend. Then on Sunday afternoon I sat down on the sofa and RRRRIP!
'Oh no!' says I. 'I have just ripped this big hole in my pants.'
'Nope,' says Andy. 'That was already there.'
'What do you mean already there?'
'It's been there all weekend.'
'You mean this whole weekend at the shops, at the library, I've been walking around with a big hole in my pants? Why didn't you tell me?'
'I thought you knew it was there and just didn't care.'
Um, yeah I do care. Just a bit.
Fortunately the hole was in the leg of the pants, not the seat. But still, it's a bit of a bummer, if you'll excuse the pun. That's the third pair of old, well loved pants that have gone to the great tailor's shop in the sky this year. These ones were ten years old. That's quite a lot in pant- years.
I have spent most of my spare time this week so far writing up a set of notes for a class on feast organisation that I am giving on Saturday. Tomorrow night we are taking the kids to the Waymouth St street party that is happening as part of the Fringe, and I am hoping next weekend we can take them to Shakespeare for Kids at the Holden St Theatre.
'Oh no!' says I. 'I have just ripped this big hole in my pants.'
'Nope,' says Andy. 'That was already there.'
'What do you mean already there?'
'It's been there all weekend.'
'You mean this whole weekend at the shops, at the library, I've been walking around with a big hole in my pants? Why didn't you tell me?'
'I thought you knew it was there and just didn't care.'
Um, yeah I do care. Just a bit.
Fortunately the hole was in the leg of the pants, not the seat. But still, it's a bit of a bummer, if you'll excuse the pun. That's the third pair of old, well loved pants that have gone to the great tailor's shop in the sky this year. These ones were ten years old. That's quite a lot in pant- years.
I have spent most of my spare time this week so far writing up a set of notes for a class on feast organisation that I am giving on Saturday. Tomorrow night we are taking the kids to the Waymouth St street party that is happening as part of the Fringe, and I am hoping next weekend we can take them to Shakespeare for Kids at the Holden St Theatre.