Not What Its Cracked Up To Be

Ok. The title really doesn't have anything to do with anything in particular except for my pants. Confused? After re-reading that last sentence I am too... In either case, I'm writing to let you all know that there really is nothing funnier than being in a room by yourself and squatting down to put a box on the floor an spitting your pants wide open. After the initial wave of panic rushes over you, there's really nothing you can do but laugh about it! Hopefully your SO (thats "significant other" according to FMD) got off work early and can deliver a new pair of pants to you. If not, well, I hope you don't live to far from home, don't live too far from a store, and/or don't have on dirty/embar"ass"ing underwear. Just like your mother always told you right? Better be wearing clean underwear! I hope everyone finds this as entertaining as I do, but it may just be the case that you had to be there...