Pants-Splitting Service

This week we got to go to an awesome service project. It is called the SUN Project. They do it every year in Oceanside. Basically, there were like 300 volunteers all in one neighborhood doing whatever we could to improve the area. The house Yogurl and I were assigned to was a mess when we got there. Our group painted the house and their fence, threw out a bunch of junk from the yard, and did general yard work. It looked way better when we were done than when we started. It was just so awesome seeing whole blocks filled with volunteers helping to beautify the area. I'm sure it really made a difference for the people who lived there. Yogurl managed to get lots of paint on herself, as you can see. The most exciting part of the day for me was after lunch. A local steakhouse provided a delicious meal for all the volunteers when we had finished working, which was a little before noon. We had just finished eating and were on our way out when I stooped down under some yellow tape so I could throw a bottle in a recycling bin. As I bent under it I heard and felt a significant ripping from behind me. I mean immediately behind me. I shot bolt upright and said to Yogurl, "I just ripped my pants." I then had a flashback of when I was young and my dad ripped his pants at a Home Depot. I decided to use his technique of embarrassment prevention. "Walk behind me." I told Yogurl. As soon as she started walking behind me, however, she saw the size of the hole and began to laugh hysterically. This served to bring more attention to me than I'm sure simply walking away quickly would have. Oh well, I guess I won't trust Yogurl to cover my behind again.