Funeral Attire

This afternoon, I was leaving the house to do a funeral (unfortunately for a 32 year-old mom). As I was leaving, I heard Keri behind me yelling at me. Turns out I had ripped a HUGE hole in the back of my suit pants and hadn't yet noticed. Wow! That really could have been a close call! Interestingly enough, I think that this is only the sixth time that I've worn a suit since leaving Pittsburgh in 2006. (Yes, it really is pathetic that I'm keeping count!)