ohh look at the hole and you can see my underwear!
So the other day we're on our way to Starbucks to eat shiat and i get in the car and to my dismay, i hear a gracious ripping sound coming from my ass. So i feel around back there and come across a nice big hole in my favorite jeans. So whatever, either my ass got fat, or they're just worn out...I didn't make a big fuss over it, So i'm in public now and Brian can't stop laughing because of course the hole is gargantuous. So i run along to the girls room like nothing, i take a hard look at my bottom and realize, holy hell I can see my underwear. at least i was wearing some that night. nontheless i walked out with my purse kinda hiding the hole. ALl is well though, because my favorite jeans are ready to throw out, i had reason to go shopping. and I did. was a fun time too, a really fun time. apparently you aren't permitted to take photographs with the manequins at banana republic. that was unfortunate...anywho so i think i'm going to patch the holey jeans up. now it's time to say good bye because story time is over. ciao