Hello,
It has been some time since Bobbie has blogged about our life. She has been pretty busy with her full-time job as well as her photography and prop businesses. I have taken it upon myself to guest blog on here even though technically this is my blog too. This post will be a bit different than the rest. We typically like to share fun photos of us and our dog, but this post will be about a recent experience I had.
It all started with an innocent trip the town we love, St. George. Bobbie had a photo shoot so we decided to make a day out of it. We dropped our dog, Jake, off at the amazing day care there called Red Rock Pet Resort. We went to the newly-opened Chick-fil-a for lunch and explored other places around town before the photo shoot. By now you may be wondering why this blog post about our day to St. George is relevant, but I'm getting there.
We decided to go to Harmon's where you can find the best snow cone in town. We also went in the store to purchase some balloons for the shoot, and Bobbie's favorite drink that is unknown to Las Vegas, Diet Code Red Mountain Dew. While Bobbie was getting balloons I wandered around the store. I loaded up the cart with a few packs of her soda, and this is where it all begins.
After we exchange goodbyes with the cashier, Bobbie begins to laugh out loud. Now, if you know Bobbie at all you'll know that when something embarrassing or scary happens her first reaction is to laugh hysterically. I pause to look back to see if I had missed something, but she insists I continue to walk forward. Still confused, I keep trying to look back to find out what would cause her to lose it. I even try to get her to whisper in my ear, but she tries to stay behind me. Once we get outside I'm dying to know what caused the ruckus. I know with the way Bobbie was laughing that it had to be something good. Maybe she saw her ex-boyfriend or someone slipped and fell. WRONG! She leans up and in my ear tells me I have a huge rip in my pants going up my butt. This isn't just a little rip. The rip was so huge that I'm not sure how I didn't feel the air drift. Panicked, I begin spinning in circles like a dog trying to catch his tail.
I didn't ever hear a ripping sound that would indicate I had ripped something. I have no idea when it happened, if it had happened that day. Maybe it happened in the washing machine and I had been walking around town with an open butt flap all day. It could have happened when I bent over to pick up soda off the shelf right? We'll never know exactly when or how my shorts ripped, or how many people were unfortunate enough to receive a full moon view.
Well, I am the exact opposite of Bobbie during these times. While she laughs, I begin to lose it. I become upset and even start to cry. I snap at Bobbie, exclaiming how she shouldn't be laughing at me.
Here is an exert from our dialogue.
JEFF: Bobbie it's not funny! My pants are ripped and my butt has been hanging out!
BOBBIE: Jeff, how can you even say that sentence without laughing?
She tried to comfort me, but I would have none of it. Bobbie being the sweetheart she is drove to Kohl's and picked out a new pair of shorts for me.
Moral of the story. If you rip your pants, have the courage to laugh at yourself while your wife is laughing at you. Also, reach back and check your butt every now and again to make sure there is no rip.
Below you will find the pants I speak of.
