I had walked about halfway down the driveway to the mailbox this morning, when I suddenly thought, "WAIT! Do I have my pants on?"
I actually thought it with "wait" in caps and an exclamation point at the end.
Of course, then I started laughing, although I tried to stifle it. After all, I was nearly to the road and any driver passing by would wonder why a solitary woman would be laughing. They might think I had gone around the bend. I stifled my laughter most of the way to the mailbox, but allowed myself a few giggles when my back was to the road.
Why would such a thought enter my head? I didn't even look down to make sure; I knew I had my pants on. I don't even leave my bedroom without being dressed for the day -- in a scrub top and comfortable pants. (Of course, there was that time I drove to work all dressed except for the red plaid flannel pajama pants I forgot to change from.)
My next thought was, "Maybe my everyday pants are TOO comfortable."
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