Seriously, that could be my Lakota Indian name. This has not been a good summer for pants. You know how I was trying to make it through the summer with just two pair? Well, right before we went to Missouri, I spilled cooking oil on the tan ones (the pair where I broke the needle?). I left them home, and hauled out my old white pair to take along.
Apparently, I tore the butt out at some point and walked all around Silver Dollar City showing the fine Ozarkian people my tushy. Awesome. I threw them out.
Last week, I went to Sam’s Club and bought another pair. Today at work, I was organizing the janitor’s closet and got regular oil/grease on them.
Good grief. How much trouble would I be in if I went to work pantsless?