Just to clarify the comment about the Pants:

I started out deciding I was going to wear the Pants. Don't ask how, that's secret women's business involving moods and underwear. You don't want to go there. Anyway, I decided it. I then went looking for the Pants in the pile of clean clothing on my desk.

They weren't there.

I was chatting to someone at the time, so I had to tell them I'd be right back, because I had to go and find my pants.

I went skipping along the corridor (pantsless, but I wore my dressing gown) to the laundry. Yes, the sole item of clothing I'd left in there was the Pants. I brought them back, and put them on. I felt a toddler-esque joy at having finally dressed myself.

The Pants in question button in two places, inside and out. Later on that afternoon, in an amazing display of talent, I ripped both inside buttons off, thus mucking up the line of my Pants. I couldn't be having this, so I went and interrupted Jen's, um, 'activities' to borrow needle and thread.

I then sewed the buttons back on the pants. While still wearing them. This was rendered highly amusing by (A) the fact I can't sew for shit and (B) the fact that I had an audience of four during the proceedings. But I did it, so nyah, and they haven't fallen off. Yet.

Even later, in another amazing display of talent, I would spill coffee on the Pants.

Just an adventure all day, I tell you.

In other news, Jen and I are Barbie Best Friends. You wish you were as cool as us.