So a few months ago I was wearing these jeans and out of nowhere the button popped off. It broke right in half — there was nothing to be done. It was about two minutes before I ate lunch too, so that wasn’t a good sign. If a button breaks off your pants after lunch, that’s one thing. But before? Yikes.
I blame a faulty button, not the grilled cheese that was coming my way. My sweet mom sewed a new button on for me so that I could wear them again. Cross your fingers for me at lunch time today, ok?