Sunday morning while we were drinking our coffee Himself and I were talking about some sewing projects I want to work on. The hem fell of out a favorite skirt so I need to redo it. Himself asked if I was going to hand stitch it since the store machine stitching never seems to stay. I told him I would use the machine and the only way that hem would come out was if I used the seam ripper.
Himself paused and looked at me.
Him: Seam ripper? That sounds like a new level of flatulence.
Him: There’s toots, then stinkies, then SBDs. And then, the “seam ripper”!
What do you say to that???