whoops

saw a pair of pants in the pants pile. "self," i said to myself, "those look like a nice pair of pants constructed from an agreeable fabric. why do we not wear them today, self?"

"self," i replied, "that's a great idea. i, too, am pleased by the apparent texture of the fabric and would be happy to have those pants rubbing against my naughty bits throughout the day. shall we not pick them up and put them on?"

"we shall," i agreed. so i picked them up, and, much to my dismay, discovered that although the fabric is indeed as nice as i had perceived, they would not fit me on account of i am not a 5 foot tall woman.

nuts!