First of all, do you separate long johns, or is it one word? I mean, there could be a Long John, but the actual thingys that keep you warm under your pants... one or two words? Now that I've confused the hell out of all of us...
Now I have a particularly attractive (read, ugly as sin) white pair. After finally hunting them down (much to my dismay of actually having to hunt them down), I put them on like the old, long-lost friend you really never wanted to meet again.
Let me back up a moment, my still semi-wet jeans are by the door as I'd already been out in the snow once today. So prior to heading out for the evening for the final Cal game (don't start with me), I would put them on.
Word of advice... if you have the memory of a gnat, such as yours truly, you might want to write a little note on a post-it, to stick to your forehead, that says, "Put your pants on!!!"
Because, I most definitely did... NOT. Opened the door, started walking out, after tripping over the pants, in my sexy as all get out whiter than me longjohns. Yes, my running shoes are already on. My sweatshirt and vest are already on. And my longjohns are, clearly, already on. The jeans are... still on the floor.
Yes, yes, the jokes may start now... "This isn't the first time you've lost your pants Morgan" or "Morgan, you get enough attention with the top half, you don't need to be starting with the bottom half too" or "Ok blondie, instead of going to grad school, how bout dropping out and working a pole instead?"
Ladies and gentlemen, a word of advice. Always leave the house with your pants ON.
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