Ugh.

Teh funny first. You know, of the pants and the losing of them and such things.

So, Mom has me sort and put away the laundry. Now, the only clothes I'm absolutely sure about are my own, damnit. So sometimes I mix them up. Anyway, the next morning, Mom comes raging down the stairs, screaming, "Where the fuck are my pants?!" (She's in her underwear, by the way.) Turns out she'd already folded and ironed the pants the night before so she could wear them the next day, and she just needed me to put them away. Turns out I misplaced them. We look all over the house, and can't find them. Mom says that if I can't find them before I leave to go to Dad's, I have to buy her new pants.

So I look after school, to no avail. I glumly give Mom the money and get my stuff together... and then she gives me back the money.

Turns out Rob was wearing her pants the whole day.

( And now to more serious business. )