Brennan is working at Cold Stone tonight and I have no friends so I am all by my lonesome. What better thing to do than to blog about Brennan while he isn't here to tell me not to. :)
Last Saturday Brennan got home from work around 12:15 am. For some absurd reason I was still awake to see him come waltzing in wearing gym shorts!! It has gotten cold here in Iowa so I was quite surprised to see him wearing shorts. I asked him why he had decided to take his pants off for the chilly drive home. To which he replied that there was a wardrobe malfunction at work. Apparently in the middle of his shift he bent over to pick something up to hear rrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiippppppppppppp. He quickly tied his apron on backward and went straight to the bathroom to assess the damage. After trying to staple the pants back together, he decided the rip was just a little too intense to get away with. Luckily he had some gym shorts in his car that he could change into for the rest of his shift. I made him put the pants back on when he got home so I could see what it looked like. I could not stop laughing!! At 12:30 in the morning, when I was dead tired, I was laughing hysterically at my poor husband's pants.
Here they are:
Last Saturday Brennan got home from work around 12:15 am. For some absurd reason I was still awake to see him come waltzing in wearing gym shorts!! It has gotten cold here in Iowa so I was quite surprised to see him wearing shorts. I asked him why he had decided to take his pants off for the chilly drive home. To which he replied that there was a wardrobe malfunction at work. Apparently in the middle of his shift he bent over to pick something up to hear rrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiippppppppppppp. He quickly tied his apron on backward and went straight to the bathroom to assess the damage. After trying to staple the pants back together, he decided the rip was just a little too intense to get away with. Luckily he had some gym shorts in his car that he could change into for the rest of his shift. I made him put the pants back on when he got home so I could see what it looked like. I could not stop laughing!! At 12:30 in the morning, when I was dead tired, I was laughing hysterically at my poor husband's pants.
Here they are:
It just keeps going!! And it's not even along a seam. You can see where he tried to staple them at the top. Oh, dear. Still makes me laugh. :) Hope it did the same for you on this fine Thursday.
Oh Brennan. How sad, and yet, how funny. I hope you are asking Santa for some new pants for Christmas.
ReplyDeleteHA! That's hilarious! I like the futile attempt at stapling.
ReplyDeleteHaha, I sure got a good laugh out of that story.
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