So, last week I borrowed a friend’s sewing machine and patched up 9 pairs of little boy jeans, 1 pair of Mr. French’s (one hole in the knee), one pair of mine (um, one hole not in the knee), and a sheet with a little hole in it.
The boys have had their jeans for about 2 minutes,
Mr. French has had his for about 2 months and
I have had mine for about four and a half years!
Did I mention that the hole in my pants was not in the knee area?
It was more in the seat area.
Let’s just say that I didn’t get it by sliding down the stairs on my seat.
I think there might be a hidden message in there somewhere.