I could live without…
The pants. In every room of the house. Do people (and by people I mean the man I love so much it makes me want to sing Luther Vandross songs in the shower) just walk into a room a say, “I don’t think this room requires pants?”
Jeans in the dining room. Kakhis in the living room. More jeans in the basement. Shorts in the bathroom.
Somewhere there is a very cute, bearded man walking around with no pants, wondering, “I know I dropped them right here…or were those my kitchen pants?”
Hey what about spiders?! I’m having a spider problem like your pants, everywhere I go..there’s a spider. I think that the tick killer I sprayed caused all of the spiders to come out…they will die also. I do not tolerate bugs…they shall burn in hell with all of the other ones I have killed.
Peace
I LOVE the pants story! Thanks Megan for making me laugh out loud while I sit in my large cubicle at 8:05 on this dreadfully rainy morning. The only one here, yet not the only one that SHOULD be here at 8AM, so I am listening to sad country songs…and reading about pants. My life is great!
Mara – you should get a dog. A male dog. So it can make out with Molly. Hope to see you this weekend at the Plaza Art Show!
Oh woman. You are adorable.
The pants story is so funny I really enjoyed it thank you for making my economics class so much better!!
For some reason I was radomly flipping through the archive and felt the need to tell eveyone how flippin funny (and true) this post was. It’s really funny!