Hubs has been sick today.
And you know men. When they get sick, it's the worst. disease. EVER. Nobody on Earth has ever been as sick as they are. Ever.
Anyway, we ran out of just about everything we need to function as a family, so I took Christian and Cullen to Target and then to the grocery store.
I ran into several people I know, and chatted briefly in the store. I didn't ask for help on the way out, so I loaded my own groceries into the car.
As I'm putting groceries away back at home, Hubs walks into the kitchen (should I say hobbled? he is very sick, you know) and casually asks, "Your pants ripped?"
I reach around, and feel nothing but underwear.
Oh. Heavenly. Father.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME???
No. No I am not.
At some point in this delightful evening, my pants ripped wide open, and I never noticed it.
I choose to believe it happened in the car on the way home.