Well, I did it again. I washed my pants last night and forgot to put them in the dryer this morning after I finished setting up the coffee pot. The whole time I’m in the shower I’m thinking to myself, “Pants in the dryer, pants in the dryer…,” and the whole time I’m drying myself with a towel I’m repeating to myself, “Pants in the dryer, pants in the dryer.” By the time I’m in the kitchen drying coffee beans I’m singing a little ditty that goes, “Pants in the dryer, yeah-yeah!” And what do you suppose happens as soon as I’m done plugging in the coffee pot? I go read the morning funnies on the internet, skipping the crucial step of putting my pants in the dryer! How’s that even possible? I doubt medical science will ever be able to explain it.

I have more than one pair of pants, by the way. I’ve done this to myself so many times that I keep one dry pair hanging in the closet so I don’t have to go to work wearing damp pants. Which I’ve been forced to do in the past. Of course.