Today, Silke and Dirk came to visit for a little while. We went and got ice cream - surprise, surprise! I think Steven and I get ice cream almost everyday, but it's so good! We had so much fun hanging out with them and being able to talk to other English speakers! Right before they got here, we decided that we should pick up the apartment a little. I decided to sweep the kitchen and Steven was using our makeshift dust pan to pick up the dirt. Well, I decided to squat down to pick something up and that's when I heard it. The most dreaded sound of all. The sound that instantly makes you jump up and look around to see if anyone else heard the same sound. And no, it isn't the sound of passing gas, haha. It's the dreaded sound of your pants ripping. I had on my beloved, though quite worn, blue plaid pajama pants. Yes, they were a few years old. But hey, they've been through a lot with me! I mean, how many pairs of pajama pants can you say stayed with you all the way through college?! Ok ok, maybe a few pairs. Anyhow, I quickly stood up only to be greeted with Steven's uncontrollable laughter. It went a little like this:

Me: "Crap, I ripped my pants!"

Steven: (while gasping for air due to laughing) "I can, I can, see..... your butt. Kimberly, I can see your butt!!!!! Oh my gosh, that is so funny! Hey, look you won't even have to take your pants off to go to the bathroom!"

Real funny, Steven. Real funny. Actually, it was quite hysterical. Also, due to the fact that I liked these pajama pants a lot I continued to wear them while we finished cleaning... I wanted to see how big I could make the rip. In the end, it was about a foot long rip. Why do I keep ripping my pants? I'm still trying to figure that one out.