pants

My husband keeps me laughing. Usually its a little more of the laugh at you than laugh with you kind of laugh, but either way he is an excellent sport and tolerates my giggling...and with out a doubt he brings me joy.

Last fall, John and I went to a party with some friends. John looked handsome as ever in his tuxedo and I tried to dress the part as well. We had a ball (pun intended) :) with our friends dancing the night away. After a very late night we fell in to bed. The next day, John was getting his stuff together for me to take to the drycleaners when I heard him yelling from the bedroom. I was sure Barley had done something he wasn't supposed to, but when I walked in to bedroom and found John holding his tux pants to say we laughed would be an understatement...because his pants, well, um..they looked a little bit like this...

(picture taken before pants were taken to be fixed. had to capture the evidence)

Ripped from seam to seam! WIDE OPEN! What is almost funnier than his pants actually ripping, is the fact that neither of us have a clue as to when it happened! I personally like to think it happened on one of John's early signature dance moves as he cut a rug on the dance floor. But surely if he ran around the rest of the night with pants literally ripped in half surely someone would have noticed...right!?

The lady at the alterations place did not find the story NEARLY as funny as we did. but it only seemed fair to tell the story when bringing in pants in such a condition. $4 in alterations...priceless