Life In a Nutshell
So this morning I woke up and said, "where are my pants?"
No, really. I woke up and I wasn't wearing my pajama pants. I was wearing a shirt, which means I HAD to have been wearing pants when I went to sleep.
I woke Nena up and asked her what she'd done to my pants.
"Huh?" she asked.
"My pants, what did you do with them. I was wearing them when I fell asleep and now I'm not. Woman, did you take them off in the middle of the night and have your way with me?"
"Huh?" she replied.
I spent the better part of half and hour looking for my pants after I got out of bed. I mean, pajama pants don't just disappear do they? And if I'd taken them off in the middle of the night they'd be in plain view when I awoke, right?
Nothing.
Then I pulled the sheets off the bed.
My pants were UNDER the bed. They were partially wedged between the box spring and mattress on at the foot of the bed.
Ladies and gentlemen, this is my life right now. I wake up to discover that my pants are gone and they've been hidden in a location so bizarre yet so simple and plausible that, well. What can I say, only me right?
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I'm imagining you delivering the "My pants, what did you do with them" line in the voice Joliet Jake uses when he tries to buy that rich man's children at the Chez Paul. It's kind of making my day.
That has happened to me. No, really. It has.
I actually used to do that a lot in the summer in LA--put on pajamas, go to sleep, wake up naked. *Really* nervewracking when I was living with Mom still...
And here I thought maybe Kurt Angle took them.
glad i could help kevin...and no al kurt angle did not take them.
also
jen
why am i not surprised?
Maybe you should just sleep naked, then you won't have this problem...
believe me
i've thought of this
i juts don't think that would solve more problems than it creates