I haven't worn long pants since early Mayish. This week's cold front sent me rummaging in the dark recesses of the closet for something warmer than shorts/skirts/capris. As I rummaged I discovered that *GASP* an entire third of my jeans are missing!
Okay, so I only own 3 pairs of jeans, but saying, "an entire third...!" is more attention grabbing than saying, "a pair of my jeans".
Either way, it's a curious thing. Despite any rumors that may be circulating, I am NOT the kind of person who goes around misplacing my pants. After searching the possible hiding places around the house, I came to the conclusion that they were either (a) left somewhere in Nebraska, or (b) accidentally gathered up in the midst of Chaco's chaotic packing off to college.
I've lost my wedding ring, my college diploma. I lost Meego once. I've put videos in the mailbox... In light of other things I've lost or left behind, the missing jeans are pretty low priority.
If my jeans were left in some Nebraska hotel, I doubt they caused much of a stir. Probably by now, they've been donated to some charity and that's fine with me. I've already replaced them.
On the other hand, if Chaco scooped them up in the ball of clothes he "packed" on move-into-college day, well that could be kind of funny/not if he gets dressed a little too sleepily one day.