Frick

An old button, hanging on by a literal thread, gave up the ghost today.

The good news? I have the button and I can easily sew it back on when I get home tonight.

The bad news? It’s smack-dab in the middle of my shirt, and I’m not actually home at present to sew it back on. Nor am I aware of the location of any safety pins.

I suppose it’s fortunate that my meeting for today was rescheduled for tomorrow, no?