return of the imaginary pants
My favorite pants were made from green silky material that hangs just right and makes my waist look seductive and my behind look good.
Those are necessary attributes for favorite pants and these pants were like the evil queen mirror of favorite pants.
When I moved into the loft I was clearing out the storage unit. That is the storage unit that was my life in storage for three years. Things were in there I did not remember owning. Things were in there I did not remember buying. It was months sorting. And when the favorite pants went missing?
I figured they just got sorted into the wrong stack and were gone for good.
Hell, when things go that missing, you wonder if they were ever real or if you just made them up.
It could happen.
[Why does sorting accompany every move?]
The favorite pants!