I lost a pair of black pants about a year and a half ago. I've looked everywhere for these pants. How do you lose a pair of pants? I do believe in sock-eating dryers, but pant-eating dryers?!
Last night, the mystery was solved. I went to play some good ole' fashioned SingStar with Ann, and she casually said, "Are you missing a pair of pants, size 4?"
"Yes!" I exclaimed. (This was an exclaiming moment.)
"Well, I've had them for awhile. I've been wearing them, and I don't want to give them back."
"What?!" I exclaimed. (This also was a moment worthy of exclamation.)"I love those pants. And they're not really a size 4. They're a generous size 4."
"You had my pajama pants for two years, so I get to keep these."
She was right. But I did eventually remove my claws from the pajamas and relinquished them back to Ann.
Ann tried to cut a deal with me. So, for now, I'm going to try to whittle myself back down to wear those size "4" pants comfortably, and if they fit, I get them back. So for now, she's parading around town in my black pants. And I'm parading around town trying to burn away a muffin top.
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