The button for my pants broke while I was in the bathroom dropping the kids off at the pool. It shot off and ricocheted between the tiled walls, coming to rest in a corner. Broken. Very entertaining. Makes me feel so fit n' trim, when the buttons on my pants shoot off like a bad comedy sketch. Now my pants are uber saggy. Oh well. I'm hoping that the "living in the mean streets" look will be in style by the time I leave work.
Fashion changes so rapidly, I'm hoping this accident will be a serendipitous move to make me a front-runner within the ranks of Austin's fashionistas.
Or, I'll just get a styrofoam cup and collect change. Awesome. Good times, good times.
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