Guess what I did today!
I spent a lovely morning at the park, spilled goopy rice all over myself, and finally ripped through the pocket on those jeans that were dying.
As I folded them up and placed them lovingly into the garbage can, it occurred to me that I don't own any shorts, and that cutting up these pants may give me some.
I made the executive decision to hack the legs off of these jeans, hem them into shorts, and use the extra denim to patch the pocket. This was an awesome plan, until I decided that I would sit by Boyfriend's computer, stick the sewing needle into the armrest of the couch (so I didn't lose it while I prepared the jeans for
I made this sound:
And then held up my forearm with the needle firmly embedded in it.
Allow me to show you my X-Ray.
|Not a real X-Ray.|
Yes, that is the eye of the needle in my arm. All the way...in...my arm.
|Yeah...that's the hole...in my arm.|
So...that's all really. I just wanted to complain.
Don't act so surprised.