I tore my trousers at work today, although thankfully just at the corner of the right pocket, and nothing too embarrassing.
And that’s about as exciting as today got.
"It was then that Delirium noticed that she had absentmindedly transformed herself into a hundred and eleven perfect, tiny, multicolored fish." — Neil Gaiman, The Kindly Ones
Oh, dear. Wardrobe malfunctions are never good, but at least it was in a not-too-embarrassing location. Are they mendable?
I hope so. It’s not a large rip.