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?
Brady G. says
My initial guess is LOTS.
Lauren says
Drat.
Brad says
Maybe if your next pair of pants was leopard-print, that would hide any stains you got on it.
Deborah says
Dang it, Jim! You’re ruining it!
Peggy says
HA! Funny post Ruins Pants. But if you decide to go without pants, then funny post Pantsless….or should I say Needs Bail.