Living in a house full of females Bill always slips into a pair of jeans when he gets out of bed in the morning. Typically it’s the pair he wore yesterday that he throws over the foot of the bed at night. This morning he comes to me and asks if I had taken his jeans to put in the laundry. It was VERY cold this weekend and he has this great pair of flannel-lined jeans that he’d worn yesterday. “If I did, they are in the dryer” was my reply so he goes and looks for them. Not there. He checks the bathroom, the laundry hamper, the closet, everywhere. No flannel-lined jeans ANYWHERE.
I went back to whatever I was doing and a few minutes later he comes to me and says I can stop looking for them. This is totally no problem for me as by this time I have totally forgotten about the missing jeans. “I found them” he says. “Really, where were they” is my reply. His answer?
You’ll love this -- he was WEARING them!
You know you’re just too busy when you can’t keep up with your pants!
Have a great week,
Cyndi
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