Well, today I had to say goodbye to an old friend. My grubbies bought the farm today, so to speak. They've been getting threadbare for a long time, and had several rents in them already, but all were in strategic places where I wasn't in danger of
But today, shoving my work gloves into my back pocket, the thin fabric back there just couldn't hold it together any longer and I ripped the dickens out of my work pants. My work pants. Now my Granny Whites will be exposed, so the old dears had to be taken out behind the woodshed and shot.
Actually, they got an unceremonious dump in the garbage can. I toyed with the idea of cutting them up and composting them, but they have too much latex paint all over them. Oh well. You know how I hate to waste things.
Still, at least I got a story out of them....