If Scott doesn’t come home naked tonight…

…it will be a miracle. He managed to rip both the left and right pockets on his new pants today, and the seams below the pockets. In his defense, he’s never done this before, so it must be something about the pants.

On another note, why is it always assumed that a woman will know how to sew something like that up? Or how to sew on a button? These pants will be going to the tailor, thank you very much.

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