When I went to bed Thursday night, I grabbed my pajamas (pink and white polka dot, in case you were wondering) out of my suitcase and went straight to bed. So, you can imagine my surprise when I reached into my suitcase yesterday to pull out a pair of dress pants to wear to dinner only to find that ALL OF MY PANTS WERE GONE.

That’s right. Gone.

The gray dress pants = vanished.

The casual khakis = nada.

The brown capris = NEVER TO BE SEEN AGAIN.

My best guess is that they were removed at the airport; the rest of my suitcase was messed up, so I think they probably went through it. But HELLO? This no-pants thing presented quite the problem today.

Quite the problem indeed.

But then I remembered that I had put an extra pair of pants in my carry-on bag (I have no idea why I did this) and, lo and behold, they were still there. CAN I GET AN AMEN?

And so, I am not pant-less. I am, however, giving the airline a mean stare.

SEE, AIRLINE? This is my mean face. So, you better give me a cute pilot for the return trip home to make things better.

And that’s an order.