No, not another self-pitying post about the loss of my cats.
It’s all about pants. My pants. My stupid pants.
If you’ve met me, you know I’m incredibly fashion-challenged. Love Tim Gunn, but if he met me, I’m certain it could be the death of him.
Today I’m wearing a henley sweater and gray pinstripe trousers. These pants are pretty darn new, by my standards, I bought them in August. I’ve only worn them a few times.
While walking to the train this morning, I noticed the hem on the left pant leg has FALLEN OUT. Fabulous. Now it’s dragging in the dirt, looking pretty darn sad. Four little safety pins I use at work to “mend” the pant leg likely fools NO ONE.
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Life of the Lintee Bean 