Disaster struck after I sewed a button on his pants

He looked at me with those piercing blue eyes,

and asked me to sew a button onto his pants.

I agreed. Frankly, I was grateful for the chance to touch his pants.

I took my good, sweet time with every single stitch.

He wore the pants the next day.

Midway through lunch, he took a deep breath and…POP!

The button flew off, whizzed through the cafeteria, and landed on the boss’s spaghetti.

The button must’ve looked like a small meatball.

The boss scooped a huge forkful of spaghetti into his mouth…and ate the button.

My husband spent the rest of the day holding his pants up…and avoiding his boss.

So, when my daughter asked me to hem her prom dress,

I immediately begged my Mom to help.

Thanks, Mom. You’re the best.

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How about you? Do you know how to hem a prom dress?

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