I mended my favourite red pants this morning. With instructions from the alteration lady who decided to give me advice because $8 per hole is too expensive. If I can mend my seemingly hopeless pants (hopeless according to gran who cannot even consider the thought that these pants are mendable- and I shall wear them to the airport tonight, with the bum above, and aggravate her, heehee!) I can do anything. Now it shall come to India, trusty ol' pants.
me in my lane, goodbye springleaf
see you in july.
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