I uttered an embarassed LOL...

So dear Llama friends, prepare to lol.

Half way through my work day I go to the bathroom and as I pull up my pants I realize that all is not as it should be with my trousers. In a moment the lifetime of my pants flash before my eye and another realization: I have just been prancing around the office for half a day in pants with a giant hole in the crotch area, and my black and red panties have been putting on there own little version of a peep show. (pause for dramatic effect).

So at this stage my situation was as follows: I'm in the bathroom with the offending hole in my pants, the realization that my boyshorts have been on display and the knowledge that I have no replacement pants. So I decide to put the offending pants back on and make doubly sure that its as bad as I think, I do so and yes it's pretty bad (how could I not have noticed this morning when I put them on, it must have happened in the wash??). Ok so now I need to resolve this problem as I am now a management and require a certain amount of dignity and poise. All of a sudden I realize that our receptionist is a total saint with enough stuff in her handbag to survive an apocalyptic event, and I am convinced that she will have a sewing kit in there, but I'll have to walk all the way to the front of the building with my undies on parade, but then I decide that I got through half the day prancing them around and that another 10min won't make much of a difference.

So off I go and as I have explained our receptionist graciously hands over a sewing kit with black cotton for my emergency. Now I race back to the loo to do the mending as I'm not keen to run around in my knickers in my office (I think my assistant might object). Once in the loo I realize I don't have scissors and that I will have to gnaw at the cotton, which of course I do. Now picture this: me with my pants around my ankles haunched over like the freaky sister of Quasimodo stitching my pants frantically hoping that I won't stitch one pants leg to my crotch. Never have I been so thankful for my grandmothers sewing lessons which were forced upon me as a child! 

Well my pants are back to their original hole-less state but I couldn't stop laughing and had to blog about it to you guys!

Hope I could make you smile, missing you guys a lot!

P.s. I am now officially Head of the Control Department :) how weird is that? Oh and I have found a retainer for my lip ring that no one at work has noticed so I'll be able to keep all my piercings :) Joy and joyness. 

Lluvs!