....or so I thought.
Fast forward 4 hours. It's 10:20 and aside from my hour long trip to IKEA, I've spend the majority of my evening cleaning, de-cluttering, and organizing my craft room. The hubs has been at his parents house all night helping his dad work on their deck, and he just got home, walked upstairs, and found me in the office as I was
"Your pants- there's a huge hole in them!"
I stand up and my hand reaches behind me, expecting to feel a hole about 2 inches, but instead I feel my underwear...a LOT of underwear. A wave of panic rushes over me as my sympathetic husband begins hysterically laughing, keeling over.
"How long has it been there!?"
My mind races and suddenly, through the confusion of it all, I remember hearing a faint ripping noise around 4:00 at work as I sat down in my chair. But what did it get caught on? What caused the initial hole?! Had I snagged it on something and then amplified the tear when I sat down?
My mind is boggled, and then the real embarrassment hits me, but I start cracking up too. I had been wandering IKEA for about an hour. And it was packed. And I remember some girl standing in the check out line behind me talking on her phone, kind of whispering and then cracking up...and then I'm pretty sure I heard her camera phone. OMG! She was taking a picture of my HUGE hole in my pants! I didn't think anything of it then, but now it all makes sense! The man quickly walking past me, chuckling, I thought, because I had tripped on a crack and kind of rolled my ankle and did a funny, hop/stumble/walk. Now I realize he was laughing because I had tripped AND I had a huge hole in my pants.
I'm just glad I decided not to go grocery shopping too....