my pants...

are about to lose their button. Part of me wants to see just how long I can let it hang by a thread. Kind of like when Kramer wanted to drive the car until it ran out of gas. Another part of me doesn't want to have my slacks drop before an important meeting. Although there is a very tiny part of me that wants that to happen (that would make for good bloggin'!). And yet there's an even tinier part of me that thinks this is worth reading.
You shouldn't listen to that tinier part of me.