Ooops

After a hard day's work, I took a moment to sit back and stretch my aching arms out to the side in a very theatrical full-body yawning manoeuvre.

The second button down on my shirt didn't like this. My overly-manly chest expanded slightly too much, a rip of cotton and a pop of button followed.

That's one less shirt to wash and iron.

At least it wasn't a belly-level button, that would have been embarrassing.

Still haven't found the button.