Earlier this evening I was enjoying my its-not-delivery-its-Digorno pizza when Hermione hopped into my lap to see what flavor pizza I had. I figured that was none of her business so I started to nudge her off my lap.
Hermione started to slip off my lap despite her best intentions to hold on, then all of a sudden there was a roaring RRRRRRRIIIIIIIIP sound as she fell to the floor. I looked down to find a gaping wide hole in my pajama pants.
Here is where I would normally post a picture, but they’re torn in a crucial spot and I’m not gonna subject y’all to that.
I guess these pants had it coming; I’ve had them since at least high school, so they’re probably about 13 years old. Still, it made for a sad evening.
Steven was more amused with the event than I. He says the pants are ‘easy access’ now. I doubt I’ll wear those pants anymore, though.