I woke up this morning like every other morning. Got dressed in the same pants I wear every day - also wash every day. They are the only ones that fit me comfortably AND allow me to wear shoes that match and fit my swollen feet.
I drove into Hartford for my non stress test and took a nice nap while listening to my baby girl's heart beat. Then I sadly woke back up and drove into work. Once at my desk, I settled my things, turned on my computer and logged in. Next came putting my lunch in the fridge and taking a quick potty break. When I got to the bathroom and pulled my pants down, I noticed that they were severely lacking something. That is when I realized that they had ripped right down where a fly would have been. I mean torn, unfix-able, and leaving me looking ridiculous.
First of all I'm devastated because these are my one and only pants. Secondly, I'm at work an hour from home with a gigantic hole in the crouch of my pants! Luckily these pants have or should I say had a lining so my undies were not up front and social. I pulled my shirt down laughing hysterically back to the office where upon seeing our receptionist I showed her the damage.
I made my way back to my desk and with a cubicle wall covering me, I told my boss that I had to go home. I had a slightly embarrassing wardrobe malfunction that I needed to tend to. We both laughed, I turned scarlet, and I drove the one hour back to my home.
Needless to say, I don't even want to know how long they were torn but I'm sure someone noticed and got a giggle out of it before I did.
Here are my no longer favorite and only pants torn. Boy am I classy...