I know the definition of insanity is supposed to be doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.
If that's a law, I have a corollary to it.
Insanity is wearing a pair of pants to school that you KNOW won't stay snapped. I was just so proud that I could snap them in the first place that I completely ignored the fact that they have a tendency to become UNsnapped.
Further proof of insanity is wearing said pants on a day when you don't have a chance to go home after school because one of your students is participating in the annual chili cook-off, and it's your job to coordinate/supervise/support, and therefore you will be wearing the offending pants for roughly thirteen hours. That equates to approximately nine thousand four hundred eighty-six resnappings. Because even though I had on a loose blouse that completely covered the part-that-is-supposed-to-snap, I just couldn't get comfortable with the fact that I was walking around with my pants undone. I felt like Frank on Everybody Loves Raymond after he's had a big meal.
Even further proof is having to run home during set-up for the chili cook-off because you forgot bowls and having the opportunity to change into comfortable jeans. And shoes. AND THEN NOT DOING IT.
And our chili didn't even win. Hubby said it was the best out of all of them, and he wouldn't lie. Even if he IS a man.