featherynscale | Gripping pants update

I found my Buster Keaton pants, which were, in fact, in the laundry. However, my too-large comfy khakis still elude me. I blame

triadruid. When we all moved in together, our laundry was easy to sort - if it was black, or red, or said something ridiculous on it, it was mine; greens, khakis, and browns were his, and blues and everything else was

kittenpants'. Now it's all over the place - you actually have to look at the piece of clothing to determine who it belongs to. So I fully expect that one day soon,

triadruid is going to pick up my missing khakis and try to put them on... that will be fun.