Mestee Blogger

Last night, Steve was confused/amused to find me sewing upstairs on the couch. I had holes in various clothing that needed to be mended, buttons that needed to be re-attached...and on my quest to be self sufficient, well, sometimes a man's got to sew. I had to fix two pairs of work pants that had holes in the, uh, undercarriage area. This is possibly because work pants are meant for activities such as sitting and walking. My semi-regular sprints to catch trains, shuttles, and buses were most likely not envisioned by the designer of these particular pants. Mon pantalon pauvre, comment je vous maltraite.

I have to go now, because I'm actually on a tight schedule with work. Worst blog ever.

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