Yesterday, I had major pants problems. The sweats I slept in have become so loose at the waist that they sit lower on my body when I put them on, creating a major tripping hazard because of the excess fabric at the ends of the legs. More often than logical, I step on one of the legs and end up pantsing myself. I was having house work done yesterday, so I changed into more-fitted sweats so as not to risk exposing myself to an entire work crew. Or so I thought. While walking across the yard to clear out some debris, those pants fully fell to the ground — showing my whole downstairs to anyone who may have been innocently looking out their window at that moment.

The offending pants and a formerly fitted top are pictured here:

I, um, need new clothes.

And I love this problem. You know, except for the sudden breezes.