Question of the day

[featherynscale]

Please respond to the question below to the best of your personal ability.

Where are my pants?

Thank you for your support.

EDIT: I am, of course, primarily interested in the pants that I couldn't find this morning, and are therefore not on my lower half at this moment. However, if you want to tell me where *your* pants are, I suppose that's just as good.

Comments

[chronarchy.livejournal.com]

If they are not on you, then I assume that those were your pants that the Galgarog had in its mouth as it was running by. Are you okay? They have really sharp teeth, and usually don't leave their targets very intact!

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

No, I'm fine... it must have gotten them out of the laundry. I knew we should have boarded up that galgarog-sized hole in the basement wall...

Is that his name?

[triadruid.livejournal.com]

That was going to be my suggestion, that the cat absconded with your pants as an offering to the Hob Under the Stairs.

Re: Is that his name?

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

*shrug*
I thought it was Norman. Or Neville. But I suppose if he wants to be called Galgarog, that's okay by me too.

Re: Is that his name?

[triadruid.livejournal.com]

Nargolog may be closer. I haven't asked yet (it's On The List™).